Temper Tantrums and Time Outs

As I sit here, watching the Leafs prepare for the golf course in a couple days, my son is quietly playing with his train set, cat lying beside him watching. He's been at it for about 45 minutes. It's truly a beautiful and peaceful sight. I don't know where this child came from. The past 48 hours have included Bren completely trashing the bathroom - twice, drawing on any surface he could find, pulling everything out of the fridge, untold horrors inflicted upon the cats, eating diaper cream (because I said no), smashing his father in the face with his little hockey stick, countless time outs and a 90 minute temper tantrum where he tested out head banging. I don't think he liked that very much. At 6 months pregnant now, I can't keep up. Hopefully, he'll give me a day off from the Terrible Twos here and there. Like I keep telling him, he's lucky he's cute.