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two year oldsSubmitted by PattyCakes on Fri, 05/09/2008 - 8:56pm.
I just need mine to cut me some some slack today. Shes at that age, man oh man, where she just goes from one forbiden activity to the next, occupying herself only with something that is a big mess for me or she knows is off limits. So annoying. She waits too, for me to be pre-occupied with something and then goes for it. My new lipgloss, nine bucks has no top now, I went to pee and found tarot cards all over the place, she takes food itmes that we forget to not leave on the counter and bites into them in her bedroom, spits it out and leaves the pieces everywhere. I would have posted what she did to her bedroom two days ago had I not left the cord for the digi out and now thats missing. At this point she lives to get into shit shes not supposed to. I try my best to keep everything out of her reach, but shes got all day to figure out how to get stuff. And she knows better, but just can't help herself! I feel like all I do is yell at her, but goddamn dude- whats so great about finaly breaking the child locks off the cabinets to get to the tupperware just to dump them in the livingroom? I could see if she would play with stuff, but lordy all she does it things like empty all our drawers onto the floor, and then spread the clothes through the kitchen, and sometimes the kitchen is pretty gnarly and then theres clean clothes in it. Crayons have been banned, but she has a secret stash somewhere so she can draw all over the walls daily.Anybody else just have a whirlwind of a toddler hell bent on destruction? Here she is, classic Kimber dress on backwards, hair all over the place ( man does she make herself scare if she sees a comb in my hand!) and her shit eating grin... and the screaming. I could so do without the frigging non stop screaming. Oh and Our kitchen is completely off limits (I have gates up). That's the dog's spot so he can have a little peace and I can monitor when he does spend time with the dog. This is also so he can not turn the gas stove on. He does still draw on the walls. I give him time out. I make him help clean it up (I do most of the work but he does try) I get generic "magic" erasers, it only takes a few seconds. He does this much less now. I know it's easier with one. My heart is going out to you mama, 2 year olds are frigging divas ETA all my makeup is on the highest shelf in the bathroom and the door is always closed. I keep my purse in the kitchen with the dog after he trashed my favorite tube of lipstick. It's just easier to hide most things from him than to teach him not to do it. I know that sounds shitty but Bugs is high maintenance and totally exausting i feel for you, pattycakes! my little monkeygirl (18 months) is a freaking tornado...rips pages out of books i haven't even read yet (makes me soooo mad), throws shit in the tub while it's filling up (like my $15 eyeshadow), eats ants ("issa buggy, mama, issa buggy!"), hides things (like my f*cking car keys!), takes all the dvds out of their cases and rubs them all over the place, takes her diaper off and poops in her crib (then walks around in it and makes poop-prints on the sheet), eats crayons (actually, eats everything except what i make for dinner), points at my crotch and yells 'gagina!' in the grocery store (and knocks stuff off the shelves if i inadvertantly steer too close), etc, etc, etc! we need to just remind ourselves that having smart, active, creative little girls means we're gonna need to be prepared for a little hellraising. in the meantime, duck and cover mama! |
The wall murals, Tupperware parties, and clothing yard sales are all happening here daily. Along with the shit-eating grin. And the fledgling's not even two yet. Speaking of bedroom disasters - she absolutely refused to let me get her dressed the other day, then disappeared for (I swear) thirty seconds and emerged having just pooped on the bedroom rug (and then proceeded to tell me what she had done using her expansive ten word toddler vocabulary, for the next FIVE hours (until bed time): "poo poo, poo, tighties, poo, shoes, poo poo, tighties, rug, poo poo . . ." OK kid I get it. You didn't have your tights or shoes on and you shit on our bedroom rug, can we move on now?