Up until this point I've never had a two-year-old yet who lived up to the so-called "Terrible Twos". In my mind, two has always gotten a bad rap compared to the dreaded Three. Three is when the tantrums, back-talk and attitude usually start around here in full force and none of it is cute any longer. Well, Nathan is rapidly shooting holes in that theory. He is the quintessential Terrible Two. He throws tantrums about everything. He manipulates, he screams with loud piercing screams and he has the ability to keep it up for long periods of time. In fact, if he closes his eyes, we- the evil grown-ups in his life - suddenly go far, far away from him and the borders of his little fantasy land in which he always gets his way grow exponentially larger the longer his eyes are squeezed shut.
Today JT was playing around with his new lego robotics set. Nathan was two rooms away when he heard the whir of the motor. He suddenly started screaming through the walls with an ear-splitting sound NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THAT'S MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!! As he was screaming he went running through one room, through a closet, into the next room and to the door to where JT was fiddling around. He poked his head out the door, saw JT with the robot, stopped dead in his tracks and calmly remarked, "Oh, that your's?" Then turned around and resumed whatever he was up to before the incident began.
For once I may have to throw a party for a three-year-old. All my four year-olds have gotten parties because *I* like to celebrate their ascent out of the abyss that is THREE. Nathan just might be starting a new trend.