Update: Currently there has been no pee or poo on the potty. And also there is an extreme lack of interest in the potty, ‘big boy pants’ training pants and basically everything to do with potty training.
Now that I’ve got that out of the way, on to more interesting things.
If it isn’t about poo, then you know some other sort of minor disaster is happening over here. It’s all chaos all the time. ALL the time.
We are having a bout of hitting, screaming and ‘MOVE’ happening over here.
First it starts with screaming. The screaming it peppered with whatever the problem is. For example:
“No! No Mickey Mouse! NO!” (2 seconds later, ‘Yay Hot Dog!”)
“No! NO milk! Juice!” (and then 2 seconds later… ‘Milk ok, no juice’~ what the hell?)
“NOOOOO! No Woody shorts! No! No Buzz!!’ (and then, again, 2 seconds later ‘Woody!!! Buzz!! Yay Woody shorts! Yay!’)
Ack. I could go on and on. It’s total bi-partisan over here. Makes my brain hurt.
These extremely frequent outbursts are combined with hitting and biting. WTF.
And our response? Time out.
Yup. Timeout as long as we can make him stay there. Followed by saying “I’m Sorry” and a hug. And then we say “No hitting, no biting” etc, whatever the crimes are…
Mostly though, it’s been those two.
It’s been those ‘two’ repeatedly. Dammit.
He gets mad. And then he bites whatever it is that he is mad at: Suitcase, Dinosaur, spoon, bowl, chair, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, his own foot, the baby gate etc etc. And after he bites it? He hits it.
Mummy, the dog, that jasmine plant out back that threatened his tricycle, the T.V., the door, the baby gate etc.
Time the freak out.
Lord have mercy. Will we ever survive these twos?
And as I am now reporting post-Monday? The answer might be no.
I might not survive, but the ‘Mummy-Monster’ certainly will. That’s my alternate persona’s name (and apparently several other Mothers that I know very well’s name too [ps: that grammar is crappy])
She growls out of me from to time. And those times seem to be happening a little more frequently.
Sentences like “MOVE!”, which, in retrospect, isn’t a sentence, but when said with force repeatedly and combined with sharp and violent pushes (violent for a 2 year old) can make one crazy.
And other sentences like: “No! Noooooooo!” combined with violent movements and the breaking of baby gates. Make you wonder what kind of crazy Olympian I gave birth to.
And then other things like: “No!!!!!!” and “Nooooooooo!” and “Mummy, No! Nooooo!” plus smack smack smack…(plus sound effects)
Mummy-Monster is one intolerant beast. Sharp looks, smack-downs and all that shizzle. Mummy-monster is one tough bitch.
Yup. Better look out, What ever tolerance I might have had for you drivers, walkers, cyclists, strollers etc is now at it’s limit.
So ya, suck it.
With love… a.m.