Terrible Twos

It looks like the "terrible twos" have overtaken our sweet, easy-going, happy, young Asher. He routinely has break-downs; he knows he really wants something, but he's not all that certain what that something is. Admittedly, it's really hard not to laugh at him when he gets himself into a fit. Although we try hard not to overtly laugh at him; it's really hard to resist.

For example, back in Boston, early one morning when he was in a sleepy daze, he got into a frenzy, clung to the apartment wall and announced, "my wall!". Both Raj and I were rolling on the floor with laughter at that one. Now, he's begun to wail, "I need (name of parent who is not there)! I need (name of something not readily available)!" Luckily, Asher gets distracted easily and forgets all about what he needs or made him mad.

The "terrible twos" hit Simi around age 12 months and lasted until he was about 3 years old. He would routinely fling himself on the ground right in front of us and pound the floor with his fists. Now THAT routine was difficult not to laugh at. Raj and I would simply step over Simi and pay him absolutely no attention. Simi would get up, fling himself in front of us again and pound his fists. Way too funny!