Not the Terrible Two's

When the Wake Wake was two, it was a breeze. My thoughts were something like, "What's so hard about age two?" That child has always been essentially angelic and easy as pie to raise. I have heard a few times, though, people say, "I found that the two's were easy compared to the three's and even the four's." I tucked that piece of information away in the back of my brain, for if I might need it later. Well, I think the day has come!

That sweet, angelic boy has had some strange moments lately. I already wrote about his hatred of the beach in Florida and how he screamed his head off whenever we were there. This past week at church, he cried his eyes out and refused to go to catechism with the other children because there was a different teacher besides Daddy. He only wanted to be with his mommy. Then, tonight, and really last night too, he insisted upon ME giving him his bath, which I sometimes do, and sometimes Hubby does. As always, I protested, and told him that Daddy would do just fine, and Daddy is so fun, etc. etc. Well, he broke down in desperation and complete tears, begging me to be the one to go upstairs with him. I finally agreed to go up for a few minutes, though hubby gave the bath. Then later after I came back downstairs, I heard him screaming and bawling, "I want Mommy. I want to be with Mommy." He has NEVER been a mama's boy. And he has NEVER had a problem with being out of my presence. He has always been a child I could leave anywhere because he is not clingy in the least. Anyway....even when his uncle tonight would try to pick him up and and play rough with him, he would cry and kick and want to get down. He's also in some phase where he does not want to be friendly whatsoever to people he does not know well, not even so much as to wave to them or eek out a soft, "hello." He also tends to have total meltdowns over the smallest of things. Tonight before bedtime he could not immediately locate a silly piece of paper he wanted, and he was the equivalent of a puddle on the floor of screaming tears. It's bewildering to me! I try to take it in stride and tell myself that the phase will probably pass soon. I hope it does! Yikes!!!!! Til then, I'll just keep lovin' the little cutie pie and laughing at him and trying to be patient! Tips, anyone?  :)