Our Oliver is 18 months old. He is a little guy, too. Everyone thinks he is so much younger than he is (until they see his teeth, that is) and that, of course, is why it is so unfathomable that (dare I say) he enters the world of the “Terrible Two’s.”
This is the thing. Oliver has been, from the start, the most affectionate, smiley, happy-go-lucky baby. He ate anything and everything we put in front of him. He moved on to something else if a toy or electrical outlet was no longer available. He went to bed and stayed asleep fairly effortlessly. He was cake.
And now, independent. Fiercely. I mean, when he’s not busy being shy. Such a dichotomy, that little lad. I found him like this last night. He had shoved Milo’s stool over to the sink, climbed up, and started brushing his teeth. Just by himself, all alone in the bathroom, sippy cup of milk waiting patiently for him to finish.
And it seems that our sweet, sweet Oliver has remained himself, only different. Still affectionate as ever, easy to laugh and cuddle, silly and goofy, only now with a sprinkling of rage and a new sense of injustice with the world. A cupcake with a dash of monster, if you will.
He yells “NOOOOOOOOO!!!” if the dog comes near his snack or Milo comes near his toy or we try to feed him a balanced meal or tooth-brushing time is over or a leaf blows in the wind. He pitches a fit, full-blown stomping both little feet, screaming, throwing himself onto the floor (he actually chipped his front tooth doing this) and kicking his legs like a frog in a pond. A really angry frog.
And the next second, he is fine. Over it. You know, like a two-year-old.
He will be smiling and happy one minute, then the world is suddenly pooping on him.
And the only way I can sympathize, the only way I can stifle a giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, the only way I can keep from tossing his cranky baby bottom out the window some days is to think about teen angst. My little Oliver, caught in the thick of it.
Full-fledged, one-hundred-percent teenage baby angst. Baby/Mama drama.
Oh, cruel world.
Oh, lovely world.
Hang in there, buddy. You’ll make it through.