Little Boy Blues

So Little Guy is turning two in a few weeks and we are starting to see signs of the apocalypse.

First off, he seems to be a biter. Not an angry biter, but more of a wow, it's kind of cool when you scream sort. I am working on various ways to correct this behavior (diversion, letting him know it isn't okay, showing him the mark on the other kid), but I have a feeling it is going to be a slow process. He is too young to really get the conscept of consequence and my research tells me that at his age he doesn't understand that something fun for him is not equally fun for the other person as well. Fabulous. Oh, and he occasionally pushes and hits too.

Second, he bolts. He takes off, with no notice, and runs so fast that I can barely keep up with him. At the park the other day, a woman with two children under the age of three and a husband deployed to Iraq for an entire year, looked at me and said, "wow, you really have your hands full". That is the kind of chasing I am talking about.

Also, he shrieks. Just for fun. The other day, I was trying to get myself and both kids checked out at Trader Joes and he started on one of his shriek streaks. I heard someone to the left mumble something about screaming but I couldn't bring myself to turn around as I fumbled for my check card. Total humiliation.

I know it is a stage. I tell myself that I went through some of it with Girlie (with less biting and more crying), about five years ago, and survived it. It gets better. And really, despite this behavior, he is a pretty happy kid. I know that if I stick with it, he will get it. Eventually. And maybe I will look back on it and laugh. Maybe.

But in the meantime, you'll just have to put up with me as I sob and whine and moan. I'll be easy to spot, not a shred of dignity left, singing the Little Boy Blues.