Disarm and Desist

I am not sure where to begin. First of all, it had to be done. Second of all….it’s not easy raising a two and a half year-old tiny martian beast. Let’s get the good stuff out of the way first, though.

My kid is amazing, and I am mean…a-ma-ZING. I know he’s my child, but he’s so bright that sometimes I am unclear who is parenting whom. For instance, he reminded me that we could not climb down the stairs like tigers because we had to hold the handrail. Uh….Doh! Yeah, I was just testing you kid, making sure you remembered the rules. Heh heh. : {

He loves to play ball, anywhere and everywhere. Not always great when I am cooking, I will say, but still a cool kid thing. He puts on a plastic fireman hat, wraps a scarf around his neck, straddles his toddler-size fireman truck, and calls out that he’s now riding in the fire chief’s car. I guess it was the scarf? Do chief’s wear them? Donno.

He told me recently he wanted the characters in A Sick Day for Amos McGee to come to life. “I want them to come out the story,” was how he put it. So, we copied a picture of the characters and framed them. Now, they all sit by his bedside. He’ll say, “those are my friends,” and touch or kiss the picture.

He’s still rather awkward and scared on the playground or in a gym setting. Kids running at him with reckless abandon isn’t his thing. I can’t say I blame him. Sometimes, I worry about this, though. Is this weird? Will he fit in with others or never want to join in the other reindeer games? He takes time to warm up, mainly, and is fearful of loud noises and wild children. Seems mostly more normal than other kids, right?

He’s a talker, a musician, a reader, an architect, a handyman, and a doctor. Oh, yes, I’d be remiss if I left out – chef! The hobby that has outlasted all others.

Wow, it seems I’ve about run out of time for the day. So, I’ll get to the bad stuff now. He can drive me crazy like no one I’ve ever known. The terrible two’s seem to change into richer and deeper colors as the months pass. I have now resorted – twice this week – to carrying him, kicking and screaming no less, out of the bookstore (still B & N – sorry, they have a train track) and into the house from the car. Not my thing, I tell you. I hate drawing even more attention to ourselves, but you get to a point as a parent where you either take charge or your kid ends up running the show, calling the shots, running into the aisles without you, demanding to have his way, etc, etc. At least, this is Eric’s and my current theory. Disarm and desist.

God, it’s not easy staying sane some days right now, just when I am feeling better than ever in many aspects of my life. But, life is always swinging curve balls, and some end up in our delicious soup.

Despite it all, the tiny thing is A-mA-zIng!

 

 

 

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