The two year old molars get me every time. Why? They sneak up on you. You think you’re done with the miseries of teething and then…. WHAMO! Also, a two year old is much more opinionated and has the ability to whine and complain about everything from putting shoes on to the unfortunate lack of powdered timbits (also known as the end of the world according to the Mayan babies).
Grocery shopping with such a two year old also presents its own set of issues. A chance run in with his girlfriend was a much needed distraction, but I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the masses of Seniors at the grocery store who lovingly admired this grumpy boy.
And then…. He locked me out of the house. Now given our morning, if it weren’t for his very sweet baby sister inside I just may have walked in my socks to Tim Horton’s to lament to my friendly baristas and beg for some sweet nectar to make it all better. Mr Man was having what my brother would call a “prairie dog” so I had rushed him to the bathroom to sit on the potty and finish the job with strict instructions not to get off. I was in the garage putting groceries away and I heard the door lock (little man). All I could think of was my naked boy running around the house smearing the brown stuff who knows where! Luckily I was able to coax him to unlock the door and I was spared the embarrassment of knocking on my neighbours door. The clean-up was a big one and we ended up clogging the toilet.
Now this is what I call a poopy day! I’m so thankful that I’ve been blessed with my mother’s ability to laugh at these situations!