He's just.. 2!

It just dawned on me this morning that Tristan is 2 1/2 years old as of August 2nd. I never really believed people when they said "terrible 2's" but i think i am finally starting to get it. Not that Tristan is a bad kid by any means, but he is.. well.. 2! We have had a few battles lately that made me realize we actually have to start parenting. It is kind of strange because really up until recently we were able to play with Tristan and never really had to discipline him much. But lately, it seems we have a battle with everything. Especially getting him to eat anything but grapes and frozen go gurts. I can't tell you how many times we have had to force him to take even one bite only to spit it out right after! What is the deal, he used to be such a good eater!?(Then there is Ry who is literally a human garbage disposal and will eat anything and everything and always seems hungry!) Last night was just one of those days. I got home from work at 6pm and Jay had a basketball game at 7pm so i was busy trying to make salsa and enchiladas for our life group meeting tomorrow night before he left. Tristan was in one of his moods and wouldn't eat the mac and cheese placed before him, and i decided to "choose my battle" and just feed him grapes and trix. By the time Jay came back around 8pm the house was a disaster with toys all over, juice spilled on the floor, Rylie with a dirty diaper (seriously, it was nasty..!) and food all over the kitchen from me cooking. Now, you have to understand that bedtime at the Cruz house, for Rylie at least is 8pm... seriously, at 8:01pm our kids are in full on meltdown mode. Just like every night Jay and I asked Tristan to put his toys away.. "Clean up, Clean up.. everybody Clean up." He refused, which is odd because he usually never complains. So, Jay gets down to help, then i get down to help. Still nothing. At this point Tristan is crying hysterically and yelling NO. We ask, "do you want to go to bed?" More crying. It gets even worse. Meanwhile Rylie starts crying because she is tired and sees her bottle and just wants to go to bed. It was terrible. Needless to say, we went upstairs and put Rylie down and Jay brought Tristan into his room. Not 5 seconds later the crying stops and i hear Jay asking him "who's that? and who's that?" They were looking at a collage of pictures we have up in T's room. Finally he was calm. Poor kid, he cried so hard he was doing those deep breaths when he tried to talk, you know.. the ones that kind of sound like hiccups that indicate you were really crying. Jay read him his bible stories (well nowadays it is more like Tristan pointing at everything on the page and telling you what it is, but whatever) and he went to sleep. Jay and I left his room, and i looked and him and said, "what was that all about!? So, maybe now i understand why they call it Terrible Two's, but most of the time he's not all that terrible!