We have a very
obstinate passionate toddler. Avery actually reminds me of my son, Tanner, at this age. Everything is high intensity. Everything is felt on such a deep level that it's almost as if they can't control it. Happiness, anger, sadness, frustration, silliness . . . emotions never hidden, but instead very much apparent to anyone within 100 yards. Tanner has mellowed a tiny bit over the years, but his intensity of feeling is very much still him. (Okay, honestly, he hasn't really mellowed. He just no longer throws toddler-sized fits. Everything else is still intense.) So I have hope that this same flair for fit throwing intensity of feeling will simmer down in my now 2 year old also, but I'm currently not holding my breath. Plus, you know, we have a new baby at our house, which I don't think helps my displaced baby. AT. ALL.
You don't believe me? Here's a list of things that have resulted in a screaming fit in the last 24 hours. Sometimes hitting mom even coming all-inclusive.
- I told her she shouldn't wear shorts because it was below freezing outside.
- I didn't roll her jeans.
- I rolled her jeans wrong.
- We ran out of fruit snacks.
- I wouldn't drive on a sheet of ice to go get her more fruit snacks.
- She wanted more milk.
- It wasn't her turn to take a candy cane off of the advent calendar.
- An hour later it STILL wasn't her turn to take one of those candy canes.
- She wanted more milk again.
- I told her she needed to quit peeing in her Pull-ups and to go in the toilet.
- I wouldn't give her her candy reward for going in the toilet because . . . well . . . she didn't.
- I told her she couldn't have a granola bar because dinner was in 5 minutes.
- She couldn't have her princess blanket at nap time because she peed so much in her sleep that she leaked on it and it was in the dryer.
- Hunter wouldn't give her the pencil he was doing his math with.
- I told her I couldn't read her a story until after I finished giving Hunter his math lesson.
- I only read 3 stories and she wanted more.
- I was nursing Parker.
- I used the purple brush to comb her hair instead of the brown one.
- She wanted to take a shower in my shower and I told her she had to wait until after I took the kids to the bus.
- I made her get out of the shower.
- I thought she was pointing at a different shirt than she actually was and took the wrong one off of its hanger.
- Tanner took the last of the popcorn and she had to wait for another bag to be popped.
- She wanted more carrots.
- She didn't want to finish her carrots.
- She wanted candy instead of lunch.
- She didn't want to take a nap.
- She wanted her door shut for her nap.
- She wanted me to get her pajamas because there was something scary at her window.
- She didn't want me reassuring her that there was nothing at her window.
- She didn't want me fixing Parker's binky even though she gave it to him upside down.
- I told her she couldn't have a sippy cup with raspberry lemonade because the pulp clogs the top.
- I told her she couldn't hit Parker.
- I told her she couldn't call Parker a bad baby.
- I told her she couldn't sit on Parker while she smothered him with apologetic kisses.
- I told her she had to go sit in her bed for hitting me.
- I actually stood up to take her to her bed.
- I had the nerve to really put her in said bed (at least 16 times today).
- I opened my eyes and decided to breath today.
Now is it just me or could most of these things be resolved by a simple request or an ounce of patience? Or a 2 year old's ability to make up her own mind?
What do I know anyway? I'm only 35.