More Terrible Two's...

The wild man has now hit phase 2,134, otherwise known as "picky eater syndrome." ARGH! I was really hoping he would be the 1 kid out of a million that would just continue to love his veggies and fruit and not fuss about what is put in front of him. HA! Not a chance. For the last week I've been stupidly trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Refusing food, telling me he doesn't like it. Turning his nose up at fruit! All this kid wants to eat is toast, cheese, sausage and mac-n-cheese. There's no fruit or veggies in any of those things. He'll maybe eat some canned peaches. I have no idea how long this phase lasts but I do know it overlaps many other phases. Oh joy, oh joy. He's also decided to regress a bit. Ignoring everything I say, he reaches into everything that isn't tied down, nailed down, or weighted down. As a consequence, he's pinched his fingers, banged his noggin and come very close to dousing himself with extremely hot water. Of course it really doesn't help that his Grampa chooses to ignore safety concerns and leaves the handles of pots sticking out over the edge of the stove. I can't tell you how many times I've caught him doing it. It's like I have 2 two-yr olds in the house! And, I have him to thank for the wild man's current tastes in potato chips and cupcakes. He says in complete disgust when I call him on it, "you can't hide it from him forever, Annie." Hello - he's TWO, he really doesn't need it and I really don't need the added aggravation of having to tell my two yr old son he can't have something that Grampa will give him at the drop of a hat. Even if I posted rules they would be dutifully ignored. So, I'm the bad guy - all the time. I have to catch them in the act! Then I say no and take it away, the wild man screams and my father (whom I really do love dearly) grumps in disgust and glares at me. Rock - hard place - ARGH!

I've made a potentially large error in the Harlequin baby blanket yet I'm hoping it can be camouflaged. I'm missing a sequence of chains in the middle of a row and I didn't discover it until the next row of clusters. I've kept going and I don't think it will be all that noticeable in the end. There are way too many colors and clusters to pick out the ones smooshed together...I hope. Oh, well.

Nothing yet on the job front. I'm calling first thing tomorrow morning when the hiring people are back in their offices. Kind of not looking forward to it. I'm still having fits about the whole daycare thing. Despite the above rant and despite the fact that I know he needs other kids to interact with. It's all about ME!

Dinner at the White house was fun and further emphasized the importance of the wild man needing kids his own age or slightly older to play with. He had a ball with K & S's two kids and they are quite a bit older! *sigh* I know, I know...