Showing posts with label two. Show all posts
Showing posts with label two. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Terribles...

I'd like to say that age two gets a bad rep, that there's so much fun and enlightenment that comes with this age bla, bla, bla.

But seriously, a lot of the time it sucks. I know we're still early in the twos so I'm hoping it gets easier. This is a typical morning:

Me: "Collin would you like some yogurt?"
Collin: "No!"
Me: "Okay, how about a granola bar?"
Collin: "Yogurt!"
(Happily gulps down yogurt thank God).
Collin: "Chocolate milk, chocolate milk?"
Me: "No chocolate milk, you can have milk or water."
Collin: "Chocolate milk, chocolate milk."
Me: "Here's some milk."
Collin: "No!" Throws himself to the ground and screams for a while, then picks up the milk and drinks it.
Collin: "O's?"
Me: "Here you go." Hands him cheerios.
Collin: Pours O's on the floor. "Fishies!"
Me: "Is it too early for wine?"




And this sort of scenario repeats itself with lunches and snacks. I realize he's a mini teenager, that he's just expressing his independence. Still it's hard not to lose it sometimes and even harder to remind myself it's a phase. He used to eat anything and happily sit with us at dinner time but now I don't even know why I bother making him anything, it usually ends up on the floor. Snacks are consumed all day long so I know he's not starving.

The tantrums aren't just centered around food though, they take place around TV time (Elmo = crack), getting ready for school in the morning, getting into the car, out of the car, etc.

He's an angel at school, with the grandparents and babysitters, which I know is a good thing. Still it'd be nice if he uh pretended we were not his parents or something once in a while.

Then there is that whole reason we don't eat our young...he's so damn charming and cute. He asks me for "o-fly and skimo kisses" every night. He helps dad build with his tools. He puts his arms around my neck in a big hug. He loves to count (up to 11), he imitates animal sounds, he loves firetrucks and is obsessed with pointing out shapes.





So I'll try to throw my rationale out the window and stop trying to analyze why he's having tantrums. As my mom says, two year olds are basically just big balls of emotion.

And hope to God people who say age three is harder than two are wrong.