The two-year-old: Complicated. Lovable. But most of all, psychotic.
8:30 p.m. Thursday. Henry is being tucked in for the night.
Henry: [scratching his ankle] I have an itch.
Me: [Applying hydrocortisone cream to the poor kid’s rashy leg.] How’s that?
Henry: You made it feel better.
Me: Well, I’m glad!
Henry: Thank you for the cream.
Me: [startled] You’re welcome, Henry.
Henry: Thank you for making my rash feel better. I love my Mommy. [Puts a hand out to touch my cheek.] You’re soft.
Me: Who are you and what did you do with my son?
8:30 a.m., Friday. Henry and I are eating oatmeal.
Henry: [sounding eerily like an air horn, if an air horn could speak] No, not this bowl!
Me: You want another bowl?
Henry: [weeping] No!
Me: [sipping my tea calmly while Henry glares at me through his tears of rage]
Henry: Don’t drink your tea!
Me: But I like my tea.
Henry: No--don’t like it!
Me: I’m going to go sit over there now. [I move to the couch. Wouldn’t you?]
Henry: Don’t sit over there! Stand up!
Me: [My resolve falling apart because he’s making his oatmeal soggier with his tears, I stand] Do you want me to sit with you?
Henry: Don’t stand up!
Me: [beginning to sit]
Henry: Don’t sit! Don’t stand!
Me: Ookay.
Henry: DON’T SAY OKAY!











January 28, 2005
Reader Comments (67)
haha!! LOL
The *two's* are SO hard...except when they're not (which isn't very often). Cherish those 'soft' times, and keep the faith. They do grow out of it...until the teen years.
LOVE your blog. Thanks for the daily chuckles.
Thanks for a great Blog! You crack me up.
You, too, can lord Henry's toddler-psychosis over him in later years... that might be a silver lining for you. Heh.
You, too, can lord Henry's toddler-psychosis over him in later years... that might be a silver lining for you. Heh.
Yes, Henry and my Erin are psychic twins. Cheers to Two-Year-Olds!!
Hey, if it makes you feel better, I went through the terrible twos AND the tyrannical threes with twins just a few short years ago. Yeah, I have a lot of grey hairs.
I've also called her a pint-sized emotional terrorist, by the way. Because, yes, she's reduced me to tears, begging for mercy on more than one occasion.
I often describe her as the sweetest kid you'll ever know but also the craziest kid you'll ever know. God love her.
Glad I'm not alone. Thanks for sticking around. I truly enjoy and look forward to reading your posts. :)
I hope he outgrows it because, even though it would make for awesome blogging, a 20 something psycho isn't very funny to live with.
Amy
P.S. Are you part of the Brady Bunch?
Karen, Tallulah's Grandma