The Terrible TWO
It is difficult to believe that I (once again) have a two-year old. She's my baby and I can not believe how fast time has gone. Lil C has been giving us a preview of the terrible two's for the past few weeks. The answer to just about everything is an adament "no." She has suddenly decided she will only eat yellow foods and only if she REALLY feels like it; and the kid can pull hair. Man, can she pull hair!
She also says, "Mommy, Love you too!" about twenty times a day; and she gives neck hugs resembling a rear naked choke that can completely cut off circulation to the brain. She's the great pretender and often imagines she's eating an ear of corn or that one of her favorite stuffed animals, George, is playing hide and seek with her. She's learned so much over the past year (including how to count to ten in Japanese), O.k. and a couple curse words. No one's perfect.
She's now putting herself to sleep in her own room (I forgot to mention that we moved her out of our room a few weeks ago, finally. Yes, I have attachment issues and possibly facing this being the last baby issues, so leave me alone.) Unlike most kids who want to hear "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" or something along those lines, Lil C's night time requests include the "pipate song" (pirate song).
The other night as I was singing "Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate's life for me. . . " she stopped me and said, "No Mommy, not dat pipate song. Beer song." We went to the Renaissance Faire a few weeks ago and went to the pirate show where they made the audience sing a chorus of "beer, beer, beer, beer; beer, beer, beer, beer." So, that's her lullaby of choice now, a constant repetition of the word "beer" that puts her right to sleep. Apparently, it's entirely possible to give birth to a little angel the first time around and sheer trouble the second time around.
Since her Daddy is once again on a business trip, we're going to have a small dinner party tonight, complete with ice cream cake and the new wooden train set that she's getting (because we have entirely too many princesses in this house).
If you'd like to read Lil C's birth story, you can do so here. About 12 hours ago, two years ago, I was weathering contractions in the hallway and drooling on the floor during a particularly bad one. Don't believe me? Go read.
Happy Birthday Lil C!
Ah yes. The curse words just keep coming.
Posted by:Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah | October 04, 2007 at 12:38 PM
What a great birth story! It brought back memories of myself walking those hospital halls grabbing onto the railings for dear life trying not to scream (I didn't want to scare the other patients!)
Posted by:Miss Chris | October 04, 2007 at 03:44 PM
"beer beer beer beer beer"
Hah! That is awesome. We're in a similar boat with our kids, youngest being 2 1/2 and most likely our last. He's been in his own room for quite some time, but he's still in a crib even though he loves hanging out in his big brother's bed. We just know he'll be up and in our room every 5 minutes if we don't cage him up at night. :)
Anyways, happy birthday to your little gal. She's adorable! Oh, and if you need some wooden Thomas trains, we've got plenty. Hundreds in fact...
Posted by:Andrew | October 04, 2007 at 04:22 PM
Awww Allie says "I love you too Mommy" all the time. It melts my heart. =o) She's adorable, and I LOVE that she wants to hear the beer song. LOLOLOLOL
p.s. there is a ren faire goin on in your area right now? Where?????
Posted by:Maniacal | October 04, 2007 at 05:00 PM
An excellent lullabye!
Happy Birthday Lil C!
Posted by:Deryck | October 04, 2007 at 05:27 PM
What a cutie! Happy birthday!
So I am still trying to find a picture that I can put in the celebrity face thing that I like. I am now using the post-cancer ones, where my face is mutilated. But I imagine the ones B.C. would match me with better looking people. One problem I am having, though, is that it seems to match my face with more women than men. Did you have that problem? Did it match you with any men? Maybe I just have a girlie face. I hope not. Anyway, there is a horrible picture of me, hours out of my first surgery, with my eyes almost shut because I had so much morphine in me, and with blood from my nose running down my face, and that matched me with some nice looking ladies. I think I'm going to use that, if I can figure out how to get it on my site!
Posted by:Scott | October 04, 2007 at 06:04 PM
Happy Birthday Lil C. May you grow up to be a sweet princess...and stop pulling your mama's hair!
Posted by:sesame | October 04, 2007 at 08:34 PM
Happy Birthday, Lil C! :)
My baby turns 9 tomorrow night at 11:52. That labor (induced-labor VBAC) was the one where I said if I have another, s/he will be ADOPTED!
My baby is gonna be 9. How the hell did that happen??????
Posted by:Karen | October 04, 2007 at 09:56 PM
Happy birthday! Two is a big one... old enough to understand that it's all about HER! :D
Posted by:Steve | October 05, 2007 at 03:17 AM
hey, Terrible TWO!
HAAPPY BIIIIRRRTTTHH DAYYY TOOOO YOUUUUUU,
HAAPPY BIIIIRRRTTTHH DAYYY TOOOO YOUUUUUU!
HAAPPY BIIIIRRRTTTHH DAYYY
HAAPPY BIIIIRRRTTTHH DAYYY
HAAPPY BIIIIRRRTTTHH DAYYY TOOOO LIL C!
Posted by:[Mat] | October 05, 2007 at 11:58 AM
Thanks for all the birthday wishes. Just a couple of thoughts back at ya:
Karen: That's exactly what I think NOW!
Steve: It's been all about her for months now. ;-)
Mat: Beautiful singing.
Miss Chris: Forget those other patients. As Steve said about Lil C. . . during labor, it was all about me. The others heard me LOUD and CLEAR! Ha, ha!
Posted by:Black Belt Mama | October 05, 2007 at 11:10 PM