W seems to be entering the terrible 2s. I really can't complain because he's an angel compared to some of the other almost 2 and 2 year olds I've seen around. But his frustration level is nearing it's peak... at least I pray it's nearing it's peak and not beginning to peak. He's at that stage where he knows exactly what he wants, but doesn't have the words or the way to tell you what he wants. So he communicates with pointing and grunts of approval or disapproval. Much like I communicate when I'm out in the German markets.
Yesterday, W was hungry but didn't want anything I gave him. As a last resort, I got out 2 little bowls and I put goldfish in one and olives in the other. He immediately mixed them. Then the goldfish were stained with olive juice and started to expand because they were wet. He didn't want them anymore so I figured if I separated the olives and the goldfish, he would be happy again. WRONG! He didn't want them separated and I paid the price. How was I supposed to know the logical thing to do was so far from being the right thing to do?
How am I supposed to know that granola bars taste delectable dipped in ketchup? And that removing the ketchup from his vicinity would cause the same reaction as me telling him that Elmo was hit by a bus and would never grace the TV again?
Wouldn't you think that it doesn't matter what sock goes on what foot? They are both red socks; same style, same color, same size. But, apparently, the first red sock needs to go on the right foot. It's not worthy of being on the left foot. And of course, the first shoe needs to go on the left foot and not the right. That's just how it needs to be. So there.
It's bad enough that I didn't understand that the kleenex has to be thrown away in the kitchen garbage and NOT the bathroom garbage.
I can't win anymore, and that's fine. I'm good at picking my battles and I'm trying really hard not to let it bother me. I just wish I could speak his language. Only for the next few months, until he can speak mine.
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Seeing as W and James seem to have similar tastes in food, James would like to reccommend the following to W: Red Peppers dipped in peach yogurt or chocolate chip cookies dipped in ketchup.
Demitri recommends toast dipped in ketchup.
Imogen recommends bean salad with plastic fridge magnets mixed in and apple juice squirted liberally on top. The key is to take one bite of bean salad, then stuff an 'x' in your mouth. It tastes best that way. But don't actually eat those letters-- apparently mommy's get mad if you try.
wow! we certainly have some culinary masters on our hands! Do you think they know something we don't? Maybe these things are really good?
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