Very recently, my little girl has started to walk and is taking a few more steps each day. Every day it’s changing, she gets a little more confident and a little more independent too. Friends of ours with older kids though keep telling me, “enjoy it, because the Terrible Two’s are…well, terrible”. I whole heartedly accept that advice and in my mind think, that’s 10 months away. That’s more than the length of the entire pregnancy which felt long! So we’ve got time…time to work out how we’re going to deal with the Terrible Two’s.
And then this week happened.
It’s coincided with her confidence in walking and imitating older kids she sees when we go to the soft play or baby groups…but I think it’s arrived, only ten months early. This can’t be. It’s not allowed to come early, we’re not ready for this – I haven’t even worked out how to fit stairgates on our landing yet. I’m trying to roll with the punches, but in reality I’m filled with dread, and these days it starts from the moment we wake up:
Shouting for breakfast…only a week ago, our mornings would be a calm affair. Wake up at 5:30 or 6am, play together and then stroll downstairs for breakfast. Only recently our little girl has realised that there’s an easier way. Why not wake up yelling, demanding to be removed from your cot and taken to Weetabix immediately. Ideally breakfast should be served within 7 minutes of waking, but if it isn’t for some reason, just keep on yelling until served.
The nappy tantrum…now it’s time to change the night-time nappy. Little girl seems to enjoy this to begin with and is happily carried into the changing room. However, put her on her back at your peril. This can be tested at any time of the day – sitting up, content baby. Lying down, all hell breaks loose. The best thing to do here is to mask your frustration by forcefully singing nursery rhymes and team that up with speed. Like ripping off a plaster, quick and painless is the only way.
Sleep is not for her anymore…it seems like yesterday our little girl would have a daytime nap without much fuss. It had actually begun to feel like she liked her cot and the independence of sleeping on her own. And then someone flipped the switch – it’s like someone whispered in her ear ‘there’s another way, you know’ and here we are. Nap time now is an hour long affair, where I can hear her banging her head against the cot 20 times, before the tired cries start. I sit there wondering if I should go in and re-settle her – teetering on the edge of my seat. Eventually though, she literally collapses with exhaustion and thank goodness gets some shut eye.
TV is her new obsession…it goes without saying that our little lady loves watching TV, show me a kid who doesn’t love the colour and excitement that is CBeebies. No, I mean a different obsession. She loves climbing on the TV and trying to knock it over. She’s determined, not matter how long it takes. It’s like her Everest and every day is filled with her toddling over to the TV stand and looking back at me, hoping I’ll be impressed. This leads me nicely onto the last one…
Oh the melodrama…it’s a Catch 22 that she loves being naughty (see above) but hates being in trouble. She hasn’t quite worked out that there is a way around this, so continues to be naughty and told off, followed by the most melodramatic crying I have ever seen. Yesterday she actually lay there head down and banging her legs on the floor. Oh dear.
So here we are – we have a Terrible Two-ster and there’s no going back now. I look at her sometimes and realise, she’s out of the baby phase completely and is a toddler now, which is a brand new challenge to face. Deep breaths everyone!
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