{"id":164,"date":"2008-01-25T21:12:26","date_gmt":"2008-01-26T01:12:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/?p=164"},"modified":"2008-06-26T22:54:31","modified_gmt":"2008-06-27T02:54:31","slug":"not-so-terrible-are-the-twos-in-my-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/?p=164","title":{"rendered":"Not So Terrible Are the Twos in My House"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Terrible twos? What terrible twos? Bah! Hogwash! Who says? I think it&#8217;s a myth.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, as I write this I&#8217;m also knocking on all the wood in the house with a sledgehammer, just to be safe. How many times have I written something like, &#8220;Never has the hot water heater exploded, flooding my house and causing it to float down the street&#8221; . . . only to have it happen the next day? Too many times. So knock, knock, knock!<\/p>\n<p>But for all the talk of terrible twos, it&#8217;s been quite timid at my house since little Amelie celebrated her second birth in December.<\/p>\n<p>Yet, everybody asks about it, and has warned us it was coming. &#8220;Oh man, talk about terrible,&#8221; we commonly hear. &#8220;My kid would scream so much, the paint fell off the walls. I&#8217;ve been medicated ever since.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>People told us she would turn wild, like a jackhammer. That she would be mean, loud and angry. That she might pout and make unreasonable demands, like letting her drive the car. People said she wouldn&#8217;t listen anymore and would stomp her feet in protest at everything.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->They encouraged us to start drinking martinis out of beer steins and invest in ear protection.<\/p>\n<p>But you know, it hasn&#8217;t been that bad. Sure, she doesn&#8217;t listen as well, and has found her legs. (In fact, what she found is that her legs don&#8217;t ever stop.) But I&#8217;m high energy, too, and don&#8217;t mind a kid who likes to play. Plus, I can be obstinate myself and all-to-frequently stomp my feet. You have to be pretty loud in this house to rise above all the rabble.<\/p>\n<p>If there are problems, most of them could be prevented by me listening to my wife, like when she tells me not to leave the Sharpie out. We end up with a kid who looks like Salvador Dali with his curled mustache.<\/p>\n<p>If there&#8217;s anything terrible, it&#8217;s her teeth. We&#8217;re pretty much down to molars right now &#8212; all the others have come in &#8212; and these things are like Alaskan glaciers punching through. They must be the size of my fist, and I&#8217;m starting to worry they will be so heavy, she&#8217;ll have to walk around with a crutch just to rest her poor head on.<\/p>\n<p>We have a vocal child, that&#8217;s for sure. She&#8217;s not afraid to clean out the pipes, if you know what I mean. Although she never screams or yells just for the sake of it. We get a lot of calls for help, which in her Toddlerese comes out more like, &#8220;Hep mae! Hep mae!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So we run into her room at top speed, terrified of what we will find &#8212; &#8220;What&#8217;s a&#8217; matter? Did you light yourself on fire? Is it wild dogs? Did the stock market drop again? There she is, trying to put a diaper on a doll. &#8220;Hep, daddy, pease!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t tell if she&#8217;s becoming bossy, or if she just doesn&#8217;t have a good enough grasp of the English language to be more polite. For instance, she&#8217;s into yelling from other rooms, &#8220;Daddy come!&#8221; On the surface, that does sound a little rude, if not so warbled and cute. But is it meant as a demand? Or is just her way of saying, &#8220;Excuse me, pa-pa, but if you would be so kind as to join me in the boudoir for a moment, I have a question to ask of you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She doesn&#8217;t know that many words, so who knows? Maybe that&#8217;s what she means.<\/p>\n<p>My kid definitely isn&#8217;t terrible. Sure, she gets into things, doesn&#8217;t have an off-switch and tells you exactly what she wants. But there&#8217;s nothing wrong with that. She&#8217;s loving and sweet. Adorable! Like just now, when she was walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth, only to stop and say, &#8220;Hel-lo da-deeeee!&#8221; I melted. How innocent and pleasant. No, certainly not terrible. Not my two-year-old . . . unless of course I just jinxed it. Only 11 more months to find out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Terrible twos? What terrible twos? Bah! Hogwash! Who says? I think it&#8217;s a myth. Of course, as I write this I&#8217;m also knocking on all the wood in the house with a sledgehammer, just to be safe. How many times have I written something like, &#8220;Never has the hot water heater exploded, flooding my house and causing it to float down the street&#8221; . . . only to have it happen the next day? Too many times. So knock, knock, knock! But for all the talk of terrible twos, it&#8217;s been quite timid at my house since little Amelie celebrated her second birth in December. Yet, everybody asks about it, and has warned us it was coming. &#8220;Oh man, talk about terrible,&#8221; we commonly hear. &#8220;My kid would scream so much, the paint fell off the walls. I&#8217;ve been medicated ever since.&#8221; People told us she would turn wild, like a jackhammer. That she would be mean, loud and angry. That she might pout and make unreasonable demands, like letting her drive the car. People said she wouldn&#8217;t listen anymore and would stomp her feet in protest at everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2-2-2-2-2-2","category-parenthoodandchildren"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=164"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}