I'm afraid my baby is showing all the negative aspects of terrible
two-ism. I've said for years that he was born a terrible two, but I forgot that the
worst aspect of this time is the sudden insistence on independence. As far as
mischief goes, actually he's better than, say, 6 months ago. It's hard to believe
that sometimes, but I think his attacks on Tom are fewer (only 500 a day rather than
1,000) and he does seem to be able to play with the older kids--and being articulate in
speech (more or less) does help. But what is driving me up the wall is the
to-be-expected 'I do it' stage.
Going anywhere with him is getting to be a real pain. Here I
looked forward to just having David at home so we could do things together, but now I find
it is more frustrating than anything. Getting out of the car he gets furious if I
offer a helping hand ('I jump'). Keeping him out of the freezer has become a major
project. Especially when there is something like ice cream or popsicles in it.
He is still terribly cute. The other night when I let him come and
sit in my lap until he fell asleep, his face positively shone and I must admit I was so
glad I had done that rather than force him to sleep somewhere else. It was such a
special type of look.
He has invented yet another brand of mischief. He has learned how
to take apart a pen. This is TERRIBLE It's hard enough finding ANY pen around
here most of the time, but now when you DO find one, it's scattered around the house.
This morning I came upon him with all the innards to the pen in his hand and when I
reproached, 'oh, David...' he gave me his wide-eyed innocent star and said, 'I didn't.'
* * *
David took apart the telephone this afternoon and when I found him with
it dangling from his hand, he looked at me very innocently and said, "I didn't--Daddy
did it.' He also jumped on Tom's stomach and when I yelled at him, this tiny
fury-filled figure pointed at me and shouted 'I hate you' and then ran to hit me."
* * *
Last night I was nursing David on my bed and he suddenly
stopped and said 'Wait--I go get a drink--save my nurse--don't zip up my nurse.'
Today at Mass, David put $1 in the collection basket -- and
tried to take $2 out!
David fell the other day--not seriously hurt--but I started
to say something to him as he was dusting himself off and he said, "That's OK, Mom.
I all right. Don't worry about it."
(My very favorite memory of Baby David)
* * *
David was fooling around while nursing the other day and
laughingly told me that my "nurse" had chocolate milk in it.
* * *
Tom and David look so cute right now. They just got
dressed--David came down wearing baggy jeans, a shirt which he put on upside down (and got
very angry when I tried to tell him that the neck did NOT go around his waist!) and the
polo hat we got at the fair. Tom is in jeans, a sweatshirt and his jacket and Ned's
baseball cap. When we got David turned around, Tom turned to Dave and said, 'C'mon,
Dave--let's go play football' and they both swaggered outside.
The business of Tom and David is really interesting.
Suddenly they have become "best friends." And for a couple of kids who
have hated each other for two years, this is quite a switch. They sit together at
mealtimes (cause no end of problems because suddenly David is the most popular person to
sit with and EVERYBODY wants to sit next to David--so at least two people cry at every
dinner) and Tom keeps asking David, "You're my best friend, right?" to which
David responds with an enthusiastic "right!"