Call me Charlotte

There I was last week, hurriedly frosting, gum dropping and sprinklizing dozens of cupcakes to take in for Logan's birthday snack at school.



I am deep in the midst of the Terrible Twos with Jordan. He's been quite challenging lately. Not only crabby and vocal, but making huge messes and causing lots of trouble, too. As I've been dealing with this, I've also been dealing with a nasty sinus thing that leaves my head pounding, my eyes feeling like they're going to bug out of my head, my nose completely stuffed and my throat aching because I've been mouth-breathing. I'm hot stuff these days.

At one point, it all culminated. Jordan got up from a way-too-short nap and screamed. Hard. For about 45 minutes. And Logan was screaming because Jordan was screaming.

I threatened to leave and never come back. Really, I did.

Then I got a little hysterical weepy and shut myself in the laundry room and called my BFF, sobbing, and tried to form words until I calmed down a little.

A few minutes later, I realized something. I was pretty much mirroring the scene in Sex and the City 2, where Charlotte is frosting a zillion cupcakes for her older daughter, Lily, to take to school, as her Terrible Two-year-old daughter, Rose, goes bonkers screaming. Charlotte ducks into the pantry and loses it.

I was Charlotte.

Well, except I didn't have a beautiful, braless Irish nanny swoop in to save the day. I just had to get on with it.

This is what I looked like a little while afterward.



Anyway, I thought I'd do a little post to share just a hint of what the Terrible Twos are looking like in our house.

Tiny Legos everywhere. He pulls off the floor vents and puts them in there. They haven't gone into the toilet or up his nose yet. I hope he doesn't read this and get any ideas.



TP makes a great boa. It does NOT belong on the roll. Nor does tissue belong in the box.



Books do NOT belong ON the shelf.



I don't know exactly how he did this to his shirt. He was totally trapped. Also, the hand in the diaper thing? Constant. Great times when he poops, too, let me tell you!



Hand stuck in water bottle.



Right after I snapped the photo, he worked it free, looked at me and said "Oh no!"



Then he tried to jam BOTH hands in there.



But they wouldn't fit.



So he dumped it all on the counter and floor. I didn't get a shot of that.

So yeah, it's been a bit tricky around here lately. As my mom always says, it's a good thing he's cute.



And he is. So cute.



And he's totally in a Mommy phase, which gets annoying but I sooooo love it when he gives me those precious baby kisses.



So, I guess I'll keep him.