The Countdown Begins

I would like to start off this post by saying how much I love my son. He is the cutest, funniest kid I have ever met. He constantly makes us laugh with his silliness and he amazes us with his smarts. I love him lots and I tell him and show him that every day.

That being said, after a full week of Zachariah being two I have finally come to the conclusion that I absolutely HATE having a two year old.

My sweet, loving child has turned into a mean hateful monster. Seriously, its like having Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in this house. One second he is happy and giggling playing nicely with me. The next second he is hitting me, screaming at the top of his lungs and flinging himself all over the room. Then a minute later he is back to being a happy camper acting like nothing has happened.

While I have only suffered a week of this horrific behavior, it honestly feels like months. It is really taking a toll on my patience and sanity. I am tempted to throw him a birthday party this weekend to try to trick him into thinking he is not two anymore. Either that or find a boot camp for two year olds. I can't decide which would be more effective.

I have one week down and fifty one to go. This is going to be a long year folks. And believe you me, I will be whining and complaining about it on this blog the whole entire time. :)

Now if you will excuse me, I need to go escort my son off of the table. Ahem.