I’m not really sure what happened over the past few months to my precious little toddler. It’s like she turned into this spicy little diva who likes to throw fits when she doesn’t get her way and who has the sassiest attitude I’ve ever seen on a two year old.
Not that she isn’t still sweet and endearing and full of humor as she has always been, there’s just been a scoop of sass added. Sometimes the moments are cute and I have to fight not to laugh at her, as I know that she’ll just continue to do it. Other times I’d like to find the nearest pillow and throw it over my head in the biggest act of ignoring possible.
Case in point- She wanted a fruit snack the other day. Her oldest sister- my 18 yr old was the object of her “personality” on this occasion.
2 yr old- I wanna fwoot snack
Oldest- Ok just a minute.
2 yr old- I wanna fwoot snack. I wanna fwoot snack. (this time adding the pouty lip)
Oldest- Give me a second.
2 yr old- (Stomping a foot) I wanna fwoot snack!
Oldest- I do Not have to jump up the second you snap your fingers!
2 yr old- Snap, snap, snap! (while she snapped her fingers.
Second case in point- she was doing something she wasn’t supposed to be so The man told her to stop or she was going to get a spanking. She continued and he told her. “I’m not kidding. If you don’t stop I’m going to spank you, I promise.” What does she do? Hold out her finger for him to pinky promise her. Oh good grief!
And while those are the moments that are smile worthy, there have been a few that prove to me that she is getting older, getting her own personality, and maybe a little attitude.
One afternoon she was upset. The man was going to take the kids swimming so they had all changed into their suits, but we were waiting on a call to know when it was ok for them to go over. She couldn’t understand the waiting and was growing very, very impatient. I was in the living room with the man and a few of the kids watching t.v. When she realized they weren’t leaving right away to go swimming she got peeved. She repeated over and over that she wanted to go swimming. No amount of explaining would ease her or calm her frustration. She started crying, flailing a bit, and even slammed onto her bottom. When that wasn’t the magic solution to her devastating problem she started kicking the couch. Then she stormed off down the hall crying and yelling that she wanted to go swimming.
Once in her room she continued and even closed her bedroom door. Initially I tried to let her throw her fit. After all she wasn’t doing it in front of me, and had taken it to her room. But she got louder and it sounded like she was kicking or hitting the wall.
When I entered her room she was lying on the floor and kicking her closet doors. I scanned her room and was surprised to see that she’d thrown a pile of folded clothes all over the floor. I sternly told her to stop and pick up her clothes. Now let me explain being stern with her is difficult because she has those blue eyes and that sweet mouth and she knows how to bat her eyelashes. But I did it, and apparently it worked because she started picking up the clothes. I convinced her to come out to the living room and sit whole we waited, and explained to her again that we were waiting on the call and then she could swim. That worked for about 5 minutes and then she started whining and fussing again. Within 5 minutes she’d fallen asleep on the couch, and three minutes after that we got the call to go swimming.
I’m pretty sure that the episodes like that happen when she is tired. Which is a lot lately because she has transitioned from a crib to toddler bed, and we’ve been struggling to get her to go to sleep and even stay in bed. But that’s the subject for an entirely different blog. Regardless of the reasons, it’s the moments like this that make me want to stick my head in some sand.
So how about any of you other mom’s of toddlers? Are you also discovering that they are quite tempestuous as well?
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