I’m just going to hit this jinx head on and say Luca is over his terrible twos. The siege of screaming lifted, revealing a lovely, lovely boy in its wake.
Oh, sure he isn’t 100% yet. For example, yesterday he told me he loved me and when I returned the favor, he screamed, “No! Dada! I love YOU!” I said yeah, and I love you too. He grabbed my face and looked into my eyes and screamed, “NO! I love YOUUUUUUUU!” Sheesh.
Aside from the occasional love scream, he’s just been awesome. He even allows Elijah to hug him. Although it usually lasts a few fleeting seconds before hug gives way to wrestle, which gives way to face pounding.
Saturday night, after a particularly lovely evening of non screaming, I snuck into the boys’ room and adjusted Eli’s blanket and tried in vain to smooth out his rat’s nest of hair.
I then bent down to Luca and pulled up his blanket. He reached out and grabbed my arm and squeezed. I almost vomited from love. I bent down and whispered in his ear, “Daddy loves you.”
He grabbed my arm again.
I then whispered, “Mommy loves you.” He squeezed my arm and smiled. His little eyelids flickered and I wondered if he was dreaming of his mom.
I said, “Fireman Sam.” His eyes moved again and he grabbed my arm harder. I thought I’d give his subconscious a bit more material, so I said, “Fireman Sam fights the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers along side Star Wars guys. But Grover beats them all with his poops.”
Luca turned over and sighed. I was satisfied I started him off on a magical mystery dream adventure that would blow his little two year old mind.
Sunday morning, we were walking to the park and I told Diana about my dream fuel. She asked Luca if he had awesome dreams last night.
He said, “No. I was scared. I had a nightmare. About Daddy.”