Twos and poos

We've always said the boy's advanced.

But theres some things you kinda wish he wasn't getting in early with.

Like the terrible twos.

Yup.
We think we're (almost) there.
Four months early.

And it seems to have coincided with the discovery of the word "mine" and momentary fixations with particular objects.

Case in point. There we were in Bunnings on a Sat'day morning (as you do) looking for some painting stuff. Boy wants to be in the stroller. Then let loose to run amok. Then wants to jump on the paint trolley. Then he spies the bottle of metho in the top basket.
"Water!" he says.
"No, not water, thats metho mate..." replies dad.
"Water!!"
"No mate, thats not water. Here's your water..." and mum hands him his drink bottle of a similar size.
"NNNOOOOO! MINE WATER!!"
"No mate..." and on it went.

Till we left the store and bought him a sausage.
"Mine sausy..." {chomp chomp chomp}; so we sat on the tailgate of the car in the Bunnings parking lot for a romantic morning tea of ground beef grisle, burnt onions, white bread and dead horse, all while breathing fumes from a hundred suburban tractors.
"How far have we come?" rhetorically mumbled mum.

Of course it may also be that he's been a bit sick. Certainly the family sized pizza spew we found in his bed (and over half his body) pointed in that direction a few nights ago.

Still on the plus side we may be slowly but surely heading towards the ultimate goal of the two year old; being understood.

See we've babbled on before about the words he's picking up and indeed he must be well over the metric tonne in total by now, but we've clearly entered stage deux of the language cycle.

The use of two words.

So apart from "mine keys", "mine car", "mine water" we also have... "daddys keys", "mummys car", "daddys juice" (referring to beer) etc. It certainly adds a dimension, though conversely the more he is able to explain to us then the more frustrating it is when he cant.

The other hope of course is potty training.
Ok, there hasn't been a lot of potty.
Or training.
But at least he seems to know when its about to happen, which has got to be stage one in that learning cycle.
Though we would rather have wished it wasn't - two nights in a row - in the shower.

"At least he knew to do it near a drain - thats gotta be a good start doesn't it?" offered aunty S.

Errr... Maybe.

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Lessons learned #321
If you a) have a near 2 y.o and b) hear the fridge door opening, don't assume everything will turn out right.

There we were sitting on the couch watching (dad)/tolerating (mum) the cricket, and in the background things had gone a little too quiet, apart from a slight squeaky noise that may or may not have been the fridge door opening.

"Aww.. she'll be right..." mumbled dad.

She wasn't.

A minute later and into the loungeroom appeared a little boy holding two slowly-being-crushed in-his-hands eggs; him looking a little bemused and amused all at the same time as the yolk seeped out through his clenched fist.

All we could do was be thankful for floorboards over carpet.

And thank god for citrus cleaner.

Theres never a dull moment in 2 y.o's'ville.

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