Welcome to the Terrible Twos

So, I didn't believe that the Terrible Twos were going to happen to Jack. From the moment he was born, he has been the easiest, most agreeable and fun kid. And he still is but sometimes he just turns into this little mutant that I have never seen before. This MUST be the Terrible Twos.

He hates it if something doesn't go his way and starts whining and throwing things almost immediately. For example, the other day, he dropped a brown M&M on the floor. He started to whine. I said, "Jack, it's okay. Here's another one." Nope. He couldn't handle that the one was on the floor and I wouldn't get that particular one for him. It didn't matter that I was offering him another brown one. He threw his bowl (his favorite way to object is by throwing things) and the remaining was immediately removed from the table amidst even louder crying. I couldn't believe it. I mean a BROWN M&M. I would understand it more if it was one of the cool colors like a green. Then the other day, he wanted to "do stickers". This involves peeling stickers and sticking them onto paper in no discerning order or pattern. I let him pick out the stickers but when I would only give him one sheet and not hand him the entire pack, it was Meltdown City.

His tantrum throwing is annoying enough but couple it with the fact that sometimes everything is going great and he freaks out about something that he doesn't like and you have no idea what it is because everything was going his way. It's like he decided that he wanted me to say something or move a certain way and because I didn't read his mind, he throws a tantrum. It's really super fun.

Oh and he also sometimes doesn't like it if you touch, talk to or even look at his sister. Sometimes you can do it but other times it's a big no-no in Jack-Land. So we are now living with Mount Saint Jack, never quite knowing when he's going to blow his top.

However, even though he has been less amusing than usual as of late, there are still some gems in the last few days:

• I got home from work yesterday and we were playing ball. He then decided to race into my arms. On the way there, he jumped and gave me a Charlie Horse on my thigh. "Owwwww!" I said as I rolled onto my back clutching my leg. He turned to me and said, "Are you okay?" When I said yes, I got up and we did it again. This time I caught him and didn't fall backwards in pain. He looked at me and said, "Now fall down!" After I did what I was told, he said, "Now get up." Jack likes being the Puppet Master.

• Yesterday as he was running around, I noticed that his diaper was hanging low. So we had this conversation:

Me: Jack, let's change your diaper.

Jack: Noooooooo! (insert whining here)

Me: You can run a lot faster if you have a new diaper.

Jack: I don't think so. No ca-ca!

• Yesterday he also started to throw a tantrum over something silly. He went over to his blocks to begin to throw them. He grabbed three and half threw them back to the floor. When I yelled at him. He looked at the blocks and said, "Go have a blocks" which in Jackspeak means "Let's play with blocks." He was trying to scam me already, acting like he wasn't throwing them, that he just wanted to play with them.