Terrible Twos.... I love you.

After nearly two years of dressing him funny, this day was bound to come. Ugga Bugga has officially at 17 months reached terrible two territory. I happened in an instant just yesterday, He discovered he could throw a fit to express his displeasure in any situation. No more will crying be reserved for the mundane 'I'm hungry...sad...scared...' Now we can whip that voice out and just generally fuck some shit up if shit don't go our way.

It started Sunday morning.... I was trying to get myself and Bugga ready for a baby shower. All we needed to do was lay little Bug down for his normal nap time and Momma would get ready. Life was to be beautiful...

Nope.

9 am nap time came and went. So did 10 and 11 am. There was no way. I was going to be lucky if I left the house in pants. That's when it happened. I was in the bathroom applying various creams and sundries to my naturally beautiful and completely refreshed from a full night sleep (whut???) face. Bugga struck. He wanted o put his hand in the toilet. Sounds reasonable, right? Sure, kid... Why not? I intervened.

This enraged my normally adorable little Ugga Bug. He turned red. He swatted at me. He bent at the knees as if he were dancing.... He screamed as if I were beating his baby ass.

There would be no Bugga at the baby shower. If I brought this kid, the poor girl would likely opt for adoption. She'd return all the gifts, call an agency and use the money from the gifts to develop an alcohol addiction. Trust me, I've considered it.....

This morning Ugga Bugga Daddy had to go somewhere. Bugga typically spends his days with UBD and his nights with me. He dropped Bugs off at Auntie G's, took off his coat and sat him on the couch. Ugga immediately got sucked into the TV. G told UBD to skedaddle before he noticed. About 30 seconds later, Ugga broke out into full on "this isn't what I wanted to happen" rage. There was foot stomping, Gangnam style dancing.... The works. At first G tried to hug him and calm him down... Until she noticed ti was a fit. She walked away for about 30 seconds and he followed her into the kitchen sniffling ready to be a semi-rational member of the human race again.

Something tells me that if these same events would have happened at home it would have taken a little longer than 30 seconds...

UBD watched him melt down last night and said "Man, that kid is spoiled! Look at him!!!" I explained the fun that is the terrible twos and the fact that we will be dealing with it for at least a year... more if we give in. A few minutes later another 'tude storm occurred. UBD says, "Terrible twos.... I love you."

UBD can be an obnoxious mate and or human being, but he is a pretty damn good Daddy. This is his first and things have come instinctively to him that it took me two trial kids to figure out. I told him so the other night and he replied: "I just stop and think what my mom would have done.... and do the opposite." I laughed, but realized that was pretty much how I learned how to parent as well. Guess it has been working, too... My two oldest are 17 and 14 and they are pretty damned good kids. No teen pregnancies (beat me there!), middle son is in all AP and honor classes for High School and making fantastic decisions educationally (never applied myself til college!) and elder boy is just the sweetest and most compassionate boy on the planet...especially for 17. (I threatened to run away, kill my siblings... you name it)

Take that, mom. I will NOT have a bunch of kids just like me. :)