{"id":2943,"date":"2011-06-17T12:46:32","date_gmt":"2011-06-17T17:46:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/?p=2943"},"modified":"2011-06-17T12:46:32","modified_gmt":"2011-06-17T17:46:32","slug":"terrible-twos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/2011\/06\/17\/terrible-twos\/","title":{"rendered":"Terrible twos"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s not what you think!<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nEmmett and I got up before the girls this morning and went downstairs to get some breakfast.  He and I are ham n&#8217; eggs guys, which I love.  I mean, I love ham and eggs, too, but I love that Emmett loves them like I do.  Anyway, we were downstairs for breakfast, and Emmett was playing with his new(ish) cement mixer.  It&#8217;s a gorgeous cement mixer, and he loves it.  He was pushing it around in the living room for a while, and then he walked into the kitchen, looked up at me, and said, &#8220;Come play ment misser, daddy?&#8221;  It was so cute I thought my brain was going to pop out of the top of my head.  The eggs were just about done, so I squatted down next to Emmett, put my arm around him, and said, &#8220;I&#8217;ll come play in a minute, when the eggs are done, OK?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;K, daddy.&#8221;  Then I gave him a hug and said, &#8220;I love you, buddy.&#8221;  He only squirmed from my arms, pointed to the living room, and said, &#8220;Goin&#8217; play ment misser now.&#8221;  And off he went.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not that I think he&#8217;ll never say &#8220;I love you&#8221; back.  In fact he might start soon, if his verbal development keeps up at its current pace.  But it sure is frustrating to not get any feedback now.  It&#8217;s like living with a cat.  A tremendously cute, mostly hairless, bipedal cat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s not what you think!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[70],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-emmett"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9oLlO-Lt","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2943"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2944,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2943\/revisions\/2944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}