People with grown children (or middle schoolers) talk nostalgically about toddlers. It's easy to like them when they don't live in your house. I'm coming to realize that toddlers are little amplifiers, when they're cute they are so sweet it hurts your teeth, when they are bad it is like something out of the Exorcist.
Griffin quickly shifts between acting like a precious little darling and Sid Vicious on heroin and cough syrup. He's going through a major parrot phase and repeats the last words you say, including "icky dog's butt," and "bad horror movie." Earlier today he was carrying his car purposefully down the hall saying "reach things, reach things," and while Jake and I were pondering his mission, he rolls the car over to the kitchen counter, climbs onto it and begins to collect sharp utensils that are no longer out of his reach. He was using the car to "reach things," and like a comic book villain, he monologues all his schemes. Jake and I just need to get better at deciphering his intentions before he gets into trouble.
Toddlers are very polar. Griffin either takes a three hour epic nap or he refuses to sleep at all and then claims I pooped in his bed. (Never happened.) He is either a delight to be around or a punishment that borders on cruel and unusual. Several times a day, Griffin has to go to Time Out for abusing the dog or cat. He's always trying to ride one of them or lay on top of them or violate them in some fashion. Thankfully, the pets forgive him.
3 comments:
Cingratulations. You and Jake are the parents of a typical boy. To come: fashioning anything and everything into guns and roof climbing.
Oops. Make that congratulations.
Yes, our adorable boy is so totally almost 2 and Kati and I can hardly wait to enjoy every little good, bad and hilarious adventurous minute!
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