Terrible 2s

I forget that the "terrible two's" start a few months before they're two. My sweet little defenseless angel quickly has learned to defend himself, and moved right on to being a little tyrant! I've watched him go into attack mode over and over this week and it's driving me crazy! (so sorry to his poor little cousins!!) At home it seems like he moves from one gigantic mess to the next without hesitation. Thank goodness when he's sleeping I can look at that beautiful, giant baby and see my sweet boy because during the waking hours it's hard to see him that way. (Sam dressed him this night- he has no respect for matching pj sets, in fact I think he secretly picks out the worst matched pair in the stack but how can I complain?) I have C.Jane on my blog list and sometimes her posts are too long and wordy for me, and sometimes they are too embarrassing, but last week there was one I can totally relate to right now, about her naughty little boy, about the same age as my Mr. C.