Exhibit A: This picture, which is the most current picture I have of him. This was at Jonah's football game where I asked Baron and Daphne to smile so I could take a picture of them. And the crying fit you see ensued. Yes, I am quite mean and understand that posing for a picture is pure torture, but I don't think it needed to be responded with by a temper tantrum throwing tizzy by the boy-which lasted about 20 minutes. Whatever.
My favorite is when I ask him to do the simplest of things, but we just happen to be in public (classic example-church. Or the store. Or the doctor's office. All great examples :) and I try to take his hand and gently lead him to do what I want done, but he throws himself down instead, and because I cannot possibly lift him, I end up dragging him by the hand to whatever task I have for him. The looks, not to mention the comments (Oh, the comments!) I get from people are just so priceless. Sometimes I just end up leaving him and walking away, calling over my shoulder "Okay, I'll see you later Bear!" but the scream that follows sounds like I have possibly stabbed him with a knife, so I try to avoid that route, if at all possible.
Although I know this is just a stage, and it will pass (well...maybe in a few years. If the 2's are this bad, what will the 3's be like?! I remember them being worse somehow...) but it is quite difficult and frustrating for me right now. Especially when The Dad comes home and is immediately obeyed in every request that is made. Why is that? I swear I'm the nicer, more patient, better looking of us... haha ;) Maybe it's just because of my current state. Either way, I'd like to have record of it so one day I can use it against him. Or something like that. I dunno. I'm pretty tired right now.
I Love you Bear. You're the cutest/naughtiest/most confusing little 2 year old I know. But, like I said-I sure do love you. And I think you're worth it.