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terrible not-even-two-yet

He is a big boy now, apparently. Maybe I should buy him a backpack and send him off to college? He wants to walk everywhere and does NOT want to hold my hand. He wants to play on the big kid park equipment, and does NOT want me to help him. He wants to walk straight off of a platform onto the rope ladder and he doesn’t understand why this might not work.

Oh, the fits this child can throw! If he is not ready to be finished doing something (the park, for example), he arches his back, goes stiff, and screams. Last weekend we took him to the park in his stroller and when it was time to go home he threw one of these fits.

So let him walk, hubby says.

Okay, walk then.

And this boy walked almost a mile! And even then he still threw a fit when we put him in his stroller.

And then we have throwing food. We also have a carpeted dining room, not by choice. I have tried everything I can think to try – time out, making him pick it up, a slap on the hand, no more dinner for you. He absolutely knows how to say “all done,” but sometimes for whatever reason, he just decides to start throwing things instead of saying “all done.”

In my 21 months and 14 days of parenthood, this is the first age I have found that was not “the perfect age.” I remember that every stage along the way so far has been so full of discovery and amazement at everything new. Not now. This new attitude is one development I could definitely live without.

Can someone tell me when it gets easier? And don’t tell me it’s when he moves off to college.

And now insert the obligatory “But oh, how I love him!” *eye roll*

4 thoughts on “terrible not-even-two-yet”

  • I can’t quite remember when J hit that phase, but it was probably somewhere around 2. He’ll be 4 soon and we’re still going through it. Tonight when I picked him up from Abuela’s he was stark naked (a first, the kid usually insists on being dressed completely) and refused to get dressed. No amount of discussion about why it was inappropriate to run around naked, or how it was cold outside and he’d freeze his fanny off, and no amount of timeout was going to solve it. I don’t think he’s intentionally trying to drive me crazy, but it’s certainly a battle of wits, and I think some days he wins.

    And the back-arching thing… yeah, around here we call it “pre-folding the baby”. The trick is to swoop them up and bend then in half before they know what is about to happen. It works about half the time. Good luck in thi new chapter!

  • They’re certainly not sweet, perfect, innocent babies anymore. They’re moody, manipulative, independent little people.

    I’m right there with you…and I don’t know how to deal with it. The only thing that’s worked for us is putting Punky in her crib and turning on classical music. It totally chills her out, and she’ll spend 15 or 20 minutes alone, just relaxing, before she’s ready to come out.

    Maybe you could try that. We do it not as punishment, either. She laughs at a formal timeout. So it’s just chill out time.

  • Ah, it’s good to know I’m not alone.

    Angie, that’s promising that you can’t quite remember this phase anymore. I guess that means it couldn’t have been too traumatic 🙂

    Rachel, we do something similar – his bouncy car. He’s totally too tall for it now, but he can still sit there, and doesn’t seem to mind it, so we use it as a last resort sometimes.

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