Who Told??

Here it is, short, sweet and to the point...

Who Told Andrew He is 2???


That is the only explanation I can find for the "behavior" that has been happening in my house. Someone told Andrew that he's two, and when you're two, you're supposed to act like a wild animal.

Trust me, whoever did this will be hunted, captured and tortured. Just so you know. Here is a short list of things he has done in the past few weeks: (this list is not inclusive as I have chosen to forget many things)

"NO" yes, he tells me "no". Not like "no mommy I don't want more macaroni." I'm talking "No. I won't, I don't want to, No way."
Standing on the same table that he's been told not to stand on more times than I can count.
Hitting.
Biting.
Yelling.
Spitting. Yes spitting, this is definitely one of my least favorite new habits.
Taken to calling me Marc. As if Marcie wasn't bad enough. I don't get it. I'm his MOMMY!!! This he is reminded of many times a day, but he. doesn't. care.
Taking his sister's pacifier and chucking it across the room simply "cuz". Yes he also now says "cuz" when you ask why he does things.

I'll stop here so that my description earlier of "wild animal" can be more imaginable to you than monster.
Oh, don't get me wrong though. He also is becoming so very sweet in his own little way:

"Peeeeeese. Mommy. I have it."
Kisses and hugs for all.
Drawing pictures on his aquadoodle for me. (When they dry, he assures me not to worry, he'll make another one some day.)
Singing to Marianne when she cries. (My personal favorite is Rock the Baby.)
Sharing his dinner....when he's done of course.
Wanting to be held. (This I try not to turn down as I know these days are ending soon.)

All in all, I just want to say, I'm the luckiest Mommy!