The Terrible's

That is what I am calling the past couple of days with Stephen. He is two. That should suffice, but the conversations that have ensued have been hilarious. Matt and I are having a hard time keeping a straight face when he gets on a roll. This is a wonderful time though because he is building thoughts, imagination, sentences, and vocabulary. He is listening, to everything. He is thinking for himself. He is developing physically and emotionally. He is aquiring likes and dislikes. Most of all, he is growing up.

A couple of memories from the past couple of days . . .

When he was in trouble the other day, I told him if he didn't listen he would have to go to time out.  He looked at me and said, "1, 2, 3.  Go to time out mommy for not doing what I said."

Again, when not listening and doing something dangerous, I scolded him and reminded he needed to listen.  He replied, "I'm serious."

He was giving Matt and I fits Saturday morning because he wasn't listening to us.  He stomped off and said to Grandma, "I need help with my mom and dad."

Tonight, on our way out the door to go to dinner he was adamant that he was not going to sit in his carseat, but in Grandma's seat.  We were disagreeing with him.  I told him that if he couldn't listen that he would stay home.  He looked at Matt and said, "You are staying home.  You're not listening to me."

"I don't want to!"

A couple of other precious memories . . .

He put on my combat boots tonight, looking so proud.  Then informed me he was wearing doctor shoes!

Saying please and thank you without prompting.

Hugging Eleanor out of no where, even when she doesn't necessarily like it.

Thanking me for dropping him off at Miss Sylvia's to play for the day.

Hearing PTI (Pardon the Interruption - ESPN sports talk show) on TV and telling me he has to watch with daddy.  He will help me unload the dishwasher later.

(caveat: Stephen doesn't watch much TV, but he does love watching PTI with daddy.  More being in the same room as Matt when it is on.)

Randomly bursting out in song.  In the past week he has started singing two songs from a CD in Matt's car by Great Big Sea.  The music is on all the time, but he picked it up on his own.

And my personal favorite in a conversation with Matt:  I like the Bronco's.  Mommy like the Bronco's.  You like the 49er's. (I have taught him well!)