Y'all. It has been a day. Wilder was in a funk from the moment he woke up this morning. Ever since he turned one he is much more sensitive and dramatic. But today was the day of all days. On this day he made it his mission to perfect the fine art of the fake cry and the temper tantrum. Anytime I set him on the floor -- meltdown. Anytime I took more than two or three steps away from him -- meltdown. Anytime I told him no -- meltdown. Anytime the dogs brushed up against him -- meltdown. I could go on but I really don't want to relive it all again. Suffice it to say that it was a long day.
Everyone always talks about the "Terrible Two's" and I've heard from those who would know that it's actually more like the "Terrible Three's" but is it possible that the phase could be more accurately termed the "Terrible Ones through Three's"? Someone say no. Someone assure me that today's willfulness and limit-testing was just a bad mood. I should have another year before I have to deal with temper tantrums, right?
Is that crickets I hear?
Well, I'm going to choose to believe that today was a fluke and hope that tomorrow my sweet, easy-going baby will be back. I mean, yesterday he was as sweet as could be...
Don't get me wrong, he was a little sweet today too (he's naturally sweet as sugar so he just can't help it, you know), but he was pretty salty for the most part. Like "the cap fell off the salt shaker mid-shake" salty. For the record, I have a new respect for parents of two- and three-year-olds. I may or may not have driven us around "looking at Christmas lights" for an hour tonight just to give myself a break from walking on eggshells. Wilder's one redeeming quality: He's just so darn cute...
Doing some work on the scooter
At the zoo's Christmas festivities last night
An elf trampoline show
Amazed
Dog park
Hang in there. Everybody has good days and bad. You know how, some days you wake up and feel like you'd rather just stay in bed and make the world go away, but you have to get up and do what you do anyway and, for most of the day, you're just in a funky mood, even though you smile on the outside and go through the motions? Maybe he was having one of those days. Looking back, the terrible whatevers were so fleeting, I don't even remember them -- especially now that I'm dealing with the terrible teens! My advice? Lots of extra hugs for him on the bad-mood days and maybe a margarita or three for you.
ReplyDeletewell, wilder has been pretty perfect the first year from what i can tell. mc has been in the terrible 1's for a while now. she'll point and whine until she gets what she wants. i PROMISED myself i wouldn't give in to things like chewing on magnets or letting her rummage through the garbage (i'm kidding..... kind of) but a momma's gotta do what a momma's gotta do! i think a major part of the rottenness during this particular time is that they know what they want and they don't know how to express themselves. so they just whine or scream or throw a fit. not to mention teeth - ugh! but he's a sweet boy so it'll pass. oh, and i second bill's margarita suggestion. ;)
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