We have officially entered the Terrific Two's even though Evangeline is just 19 months old. My little angel baby, the easy one, the baby with the sweetest, dearest disposition now has a hidden Hulk inside. At first it started with practice fits and we'd have to cover our snickers because it was hysterical to watch her get upset, run to the mirror and throw herself down on the floor crying, "Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-no-no-no! Waaaah! Mad! Sad! Cwyiiiiiiing!" Too funny.
Now it's the real deal.
We have begun The NO Stage.
"Good morning!" "No."
"Do you want a banana?" "No."
"Shall we go for a walk?" "No."
"Let's go jump on the trampoline!" "No."
"It's time for a bath." "NO!"
And, when Elianna Ray suddenly shrieks and I ask, "What happened Evangeline?" she will respond with absolute honesty, "Bite Ray Ray".
"What did you do to your sister?"
"Hit Ray Ray."
"Scratch her. No no, Evie!" she'll say all on her own, self-disciplining.
And the fit throwing... Lord, have mercy, the fit throwing! But, enough digressing about me.
In Nordstrom the other day she wanted to have a cookie and when she didn't get one, she threw herself down right in front of the escalator, clobbering her head while she was at it. Wanting comfort from the owie she got while flipping out, she started shouting, "Pick UP! Pick UP! Mama, NOW UP!" Oh dear.
I didn't respond the way she wanted. You can use your imagination here. She was less than pleased with what happened to her little heinie.
My Evangeline has left darling babyhood and toddlerhood behind and is now a creature that I hardly recognize... At least I have pictures of the angelic one whose body she has taken over.
So, a little warning, Hulk fans: Don't make her angry. You wouldn't like her when she's angry.