Long Beach @ Two

It's tough being two. There is so much expectation and pressure that you are going to throw tantrums and get excited about stuff that I think parents project their own frustrations onto the two-year-old in the house. Hey, I don't see anything wrong with wanting to keep my things to myself. After all, it's my train and my ball. If you let other people use your stuff, they are probably just going to lose it, make it dirty or try to take it home. That includes mama and dada who are always trying to box me in; make me go to bed; or make me eat my dinner at their own frenetic pace. Now that I am two, it is important that they all just give me some space and let me do things the way that I want to do them. I've been around long enough to know how it should be done.

I still haven't ventured into the realm of toilet training. For a guy who is on the go as much as I am, it makes a lot more sense to just keep wearing my diapers. When you are locked into a good game of hoopies or you need to get a juicebox from under the kitchen counter, you don't have time to break your momentum and find a bathroom. Dada has been trying to show me the benefits of using the toilet but it just doesn't seem practical and truly restricts your ability to get things done. Can you believe it? He actually thinks it makes sense to stop what you are doing and find a bathroom EVERY TIME you want to peepee. Come on, I pee pee almost every five minutes...how could I get anything done?

This week both mama and dada had to work most days so I spent some time at Erica's. Of course, I brought home a little cough after the first day but I think it is important to go to daycare t0 (a) catch-up on the gossip and the new songs they are singing, and (b) get a little taste of the cold-de-jour. It builds character as well as keeping the immune system charging.

Saturday, I took dada to the baketball courts over at Heartwell Park. I could tell that he had another tough week due to the budget cuts and what he calls the "order of layoffs". You can see it when he needs to get out and shoot some hoopies or just needs someone to kiss his boo boos. It is still hard for me to get the big baketball over my head but I can definitely hold my own on the big hoopie with my Manny Ball. While dada shot, I focused on boxing-out and grabbing the rebounds.

Well, today is shersh so we will likely leave 15 minutes late and catch the end of the choir singing its song right before the sermon. I try to get mama and dada out the door on time every week so that we can see the introduction but they seem to move slower on Sundays. Dada always wants pancakes because he says he doesn't have time during the week to make pancakes. Mama says that dada waits until the last minute because he is working on little projects that he should do later in the day. Either way, I get to watch a little more Einsteins and we always get a little shersh in the end.

Word of the Week
Mine: a universal noun that describes everything within reach of a two-year-old boy. Mine applies to toys (particularly balls and trains) regardless of who paid for them or who actually owns them; but can also apply to the television, toothbrushes, people and inanimate objects. Once an individual reaches 25 months old, the world becomes mine and can create conflict when there are (2) two-year-olds in the same room who simultaneously take ownership of the same property.