This may look like the face of an innocent beautiful child. Actually you are looking at a smart, sneaky, manipulative two-year old who spent his day driving his mother (and best friend Maddie) crazy. Here is a summary of Henry's day:
1. We are trying to finish school work before we leave for homeschool gym class at 9:15am. James and Isaac are doing lessons, Henry is doing some gluing. I can't seem to find the sheets I printed up for Isaac's lapbook. They were right in front of my chair when I went to change Margaret. Henry has finished his gluing. Proudly he shows me his creation. All 12 sheets (printed in color) for the lapbook are glued together in a gooey mess.
2. We are trying to get out the door for homeschool gym class. I ask James to fill up Margaret's snack container with cheerios. I go into the kitchen and no less than 200 cheerios are on the floor. "Look at all these cheerios!" James comes in to help clean up. Henry runs in with his shoes on and starts stomping on the cheerios. I shoo him away with the broom. After I make the pile I turn to grab the dustpan and Henry runs in, does a quick stomp-stomp-stomp on the pile and runs out.
3. At homeschool co-op children are happily drawing on the chalkboard. Henry is right there, either erasing or scribbling over their drawings as soon as they aren't looking.
4. After lunch I hear Henry repeating this song to Isaac and James: "Whatever you can do, I can do better." He then switches to, "You may be older, but I am bigger." Not true yet, but soon I am sure.
5. Henry calls his friend Maddie, "Mads." She doesn't want him to do this. She wants to be called Maddie. "Okay, I'll call you Maddie." Then in a little whisper he says "Mads." Maddie screams that she heard that. Her mom is away and so she tells me. Henry agrees to call her Maddie. As soon as she is out of earshot, he smiles and says, "Okay Mads."
6. We are in the kitchen and Isaac informs me about a lego creation that he is saving in the basement and he wants to show me when I am done feeding Margaret. All of a sudden, the snack isn't so interesting to Henry and he leaves the kitchen. About a minute later Isaac and I are on our way to the basement where we are greeted by a large pile of Legos. "My airplane!" cries Isaac. I am sure that you can guess the culprit in this case.
7. After dinner the boys choose a candy. If they don't like it, they are allowed to discard that piece and choose another. Henry sees the boys getting another piece, shoves his entire piece in his mouth and declares "I don't like this one. I wannanother." When I refuse to let him, he throws the tantrum of the century. He takes a tantrum break during his bath (yes, 20 minutes of happy playtime), but starts again as soon as the towel drapes his shoulders. I tell him he is not going to get his way by crying. So he stops. "Mama, I love you." "Mama, you are my best friend." "Mama, I think you are purrty." Bring on the charm, kid, you still aren't getting the candy. When he sees this isn't working he decides to go back to screaming.