Just before Ky turned two I took him to the doctor. He had been such a 'toot' that I was certain he had an ear infection. You gotta remember this is a kid who had his tonsils out before he was 2 1/2 years old. Sick kid. Dr. Pat checked his ears and throat . . . looked up his nose.
Putting down his little doctor light, "Ears look fine. I am afraid he has something far worse than an ear infection."
Me: "WHAT THE ?????"
Dr. Pat: "He has 'the two'".
Me: (getting light-headed): "HE HAS WHAT ????"
Dr. Pat: "He has 'two' - the only cure for it is 'three'.
It was a long standing joke in the house between Todd and I. Whenever the boys were . . . less than perfect . . . we would say 'he's got the two'.
Our new saying, thanks to our once compliant, sweet, kind, agreeable youngest? Three-is-the-new-two.
Eric is defiant in a way Ky has never been. He will look you in the eye and do whatever is is you just finished telling him he better not do. He stomps and screams and grunts and throws himself on the floor. Mind you he doesn't do this for anyone else but me. At swimming and school he puts on this high-pitched little voice and plays coy.
To illustrate what I am describing (and because no one ever believes me that my squishy little googley bear would be anything but perfect) I put together a little slide show for you.
Now I don't want you all to think that we were forcing Eric to go on long miserable hikes or that we are cruel to him and that is why he is acting out. So to illustrate the other side, let me show you some pictures that were take moments before and after the above photos . . .
