Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Life Lately...With The Tantruming Toddler

Eh why did nobody prepare me for the terrible two's?! (I'm looking at you, Mother...although I was such a good child you probably never had to experience it with me! hehe)
What a rollercoaster this bad boy phase has been lately, it has been fraught with major high's and stooping low's, here's an example:

A chat at bedtime last week: "I not like you Mum, you not my friend, I don't yove you" (he pronounces his l's like a y at the moment) - heart crushed
The next day: "Hi Mummy, I missed you today" - heart melted

Eating dinner, pasta, his favourite: "I not yike iiiiitttt!" even though he had just devoured half of the bowl. "I want something else".
2 minutes later, he finishes the bowl of pasta.

Getting dressed in the morning usually takes place upstairs on our bed, never been a problem...until now of course: "I not get dressed theeeere", runs away from the bed and plonks himself on the small bit of floor wedged between my side of the bed and the wardrobe, "I get dressed down heeeere Mummmmmy". This results in all the backache.

6.00am wake up call usually goes like this: "I want Sam Mum", he wails in my ear (he's more than likely been in our bed since 4am at this stage), "In a while Luke it's too early", "Aw peeeease Mum, I need your phone, I want Saaaaaam". This goes on for a while until I give in and put on Fireman Sam on my phone, the response: I get "I not want Saaaaaaaam".

Heaven forbid I attempt to go upstairs for something without him, I barely get up the first few steps and he's in a frenzy, running behind me "Mummy what 'bout me???!", "Luke I'm just going up to get something" could be anything, whatever it is it usually takes me the blink of an eye to get up and down again but he's having none of it. "Wait for me Mum, yift me", he wails from the bottom step even though he's capable for running up the stairs when he wants to. My 2 second dash upstairs ends up taking me ages while I lug the toddler up with me on my hip.
I really can't go anywhere on my own these days, I had to have a shower the other week with the toddler and the dog as my audience because Luke insisted on them both cramming into our en-suite bathroom with me.

I think the best one is the "I not tiiiiiired" declaration even though he's spent the last hour flailing around the place like a big overtired mess but yet refuses to nap, despite me offering him the fluffiest of blankets, cushions, cuddles, the perfect accompaniments for a nap. We give up after a while and go about our day with the overtired creature he has become and decide to head out, where he promptly falls asleep in the car seat!

A few of his other favourite phrases at the moment:

"Yike this, I SAID"
"Not yike that I SAID"
"I not yike that"
"I not talking to you right now"
"You're not my friend"

Ah no seriously, the terrible two's, the toddler years, they are great craic. Sure who wouldn't love having to deal with the above and more on a daily basis, it's what makes parenting worth while, all that wasted effort to make their life easier, the ungratefulness of it all from the mini me human, the one I created, yes it gives me all the warm and fuzzies.....not!

*I don't even know if tantruming is an actually word but my brain has been turned to mush from all of these toddler trials and tribulations!*


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