This boy of mine is spectacular. Every mother will tell you her boy is spectacular, but let me tell you about my Owen. He came into this world on New Year's Eve 2008. He was a darling baby who I knew had a little spark to him. Now he's two years old and that spark is still more than evident.
I thought the terrible twos were a myth. I thought this because my first born, Addison (who is now 4), was an absolute perfect baby. But not only was she the perfect baby. She was the perfect two year old. Sweet as sugar and cute as a button. This girl really is the poster child for childrearing. She is magic.
Now about that myth.
The terrible twos have hit this family like something fierce. They even came a little early, around 18 months or so, because I'm sure they were feeling bad about all that missed time with Addison. That 2 year old chimpanzee/Tasmanian devil mix sure can stir up some trouble.
I heard screaming in the early hours of the morning when no sane person is awake (really, it was only 6:15, but I had another half hour til my alarm went off, and we all know that last 1/2 hour is made of pure gold). It jolted me out of bed in a panic only mothers have had the joy of experiencing. I literally flew up the stairs. And there Owen was in his Thomas jammies, stuck in the sink, toothbrush in hand, with the HOT water running and the drain plugged!
Time out for a second... yes, the water was hot, but dude was fine. It wasn't to it's full potential in the heat department (and yes, water heater is set at 120).
So there we are. Owen absolutely soaked to the bone. Me, in my Wooddale Recreation T-shirt, hair a mess, kind of still sleeping, toweling off this wiggly toddler. And now he's upset because he wants his THOMAS PANTS ON NOW! Oh Owen. You're SO lucky you're cute.
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