My biggest little. You really are a character. This photo was taken throughout fits of laughter, although it may not look like it; only because the rest of them were a blurry mess! You go out of your way to make us laugh. Be it tip toeing across the room as if it makes you & whatever nonsense you're up to invisible to us. Or making funny faces whilst singing All About That Bass. But it's not all smiles & laughter.
You're also well and truly invested in the Terrible Twos, making or some tough times for both of us. It can be something as simple as your truck not sitting the way you want it too, or the bigger things like the library being closed & in turn putting a stop to your plans. There's days when we both cope with it well, dealing with tantrums & meltdowns as they come. But there's also the days when we don't. The days when you throw things at me, that you hit your little brother (with a wooden hammer across the head today, no less!) and you shout & scream to the point I worry the neighbours will call Social Services. The days when I don't have the strength to put you in time out 50 times over so instead lock myself & David in the bathroom, nor the will to explain yet again why it's not ok to hit your little brother; on those days I also worry that the neighbours will call Social Services because of my shouting.
There's plenty of 'advice' on how you're meant to deal with these situations, be it Gentle Parenting or Super Nanny but what they don't tell you is just how bloody tough it can get. When one minute you're the loveliest little boy in the world and the next you act like the actual spawn of the devil, it's a roller-coaster of emotions and I'd be lying if I said I found it easy to keep up. Most of the time we're winging it, doing what we need to do to get through the day. It does mean some days we can be right on the ball, nipping any potential tantrums in the bud. Other days it means bribery, empty threats & shouting from both of us. It's not the perfect balance but it is reality. Sleep deprivation affects us both in ways that mean we cope less favourably with the obstacles of life; of course this problem could be improved if you weren't so determined to drop that last nap! You need sleep, kiddo. You are my son after all.
But you & I, we're getting by. And although these infamous Terrible Twos are tough and seem to often have a dampening affect on what can otherwise be a good day, as long as those laughs & singing are more frequent, we're doing it right. Where you're learning that sometimes you can't always go to the library at 6am & that David is going to want to play with you when you won't always want to play with him, I'm learning to pick our battles and to remember that you're not giving me a tough time, you're having a tough time. Besides, it's not forever; you're nearly three which will bring a whole new set of challenges... The Threenager!
Love you always, Sausage.
You're also well and truly invested in the Terrible Twos, making or some tough times for both of us. It can be something as simple as your truck not sitting the way you want it too, or the bigger things like the library being closed & in turn putting a stop to your plans. There's days when we both cope with it well, dealing with tantrums & meltdowns as they come. But there's also the days when we don't. The days when you throw things at me, that you hit your little brother (with a wooden hammer across the head today, no less!) and you shout & scream to the point I worry the neighbours will call Social Services. The days when I don't have the strength to put you in time out 50 times over so instead lock myself & David in the bathroom, nor the will to explain yet again why it's not ok to hit your little brother; on those days I also worry that the neighbours will call Social Services because of my shouting.
There's plenty of 'advice' on how you're meant to deal with these situations, be it Gentle Parenting or Super Nanny but what they don't tell you is just how bloody tough it can get. When one minute you're the loveliest little boy in the world and the next you act like the actual spawn of the devil, it's a roller-coaster of emotions and I'd be lying if I said I found it easy to keep up. Most of the time we're winging it, doing what we need to do to get through the day. It does mean some days we can be right on the ball, nipping any potential tantrums in the bud. Other days it means bribery, empty threats & shouting from both of us. It's not the perfect balance but it is reality. Sleep deprivation affects us both in ways that mean we cope less favourably with the obstacles of life; of course this problem could be improved if you weren't so determined to drop that last nap! You need sleep, kiddo. You are my son after all.
But you & I, we're getting by. And although these infamous Terrible Twos are tough and seem to often have a dampening affect on what can otherwise be a good day, as long as those laughs & singing are more frequent, we're doing it right. Where you're learning that sometimes you can't always go to the library at 6am & that David is going to want to play with you when you won't always want to play with him, I'm learning to pick our battles and to remember that you're not giving me a tough time, you're having a tough time. Besides, it's not forever; you're nearly three which will bring a whole new set of challenges... The Threenager!
Love you always, Sausage.
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