Wednesday, October 7, 2009

have 2 year old, have tantrums

Can we skip to 4 now? Please? Pretty Please with a Cherry on Top?
I hate this stage, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Two year olds are for people with more patience than I. Two year olds turn into three year olds and it gets worse.

Bradley has got the 2 year old bit down.
  • flailing on the floor CHECK
  • screaming at top of lungs CHECK
  • throwing things CHECK
  • ignoring parents CHECK
  • telling everyone "no" CHECK
  • telling everyone what to do (in very short words) CHECK
  • answering to his name with "what?" CHECK
  • chasing Daddy through the house because we are mad at him and want him to see the stomping of the feet while saying "no" DOUBLE CHECK

It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams


  1. Yes, two-year-olds turn into three-year-olds and it indeed does get worse. Much worse. But there's light at the end of the tunnel: 4. Good luck holding onto your sanity until then - parenting isn't for sissies! It's the toughest job you'll ever love (borrowed from the Army ads from years ago!).

    Stopping by from SITS to say hello!

  2. I feel your pain, my daughters 2 and a half, and I have grown wrinkles cos of her. And just as she (hopefully) grows out of it, my son turns two. God help me by that time I'll need a face lift and my head will not have a single hair on it.

  3. Yes I agree it is the TERRIBLE THREES not the twos, at two they are turds, three, JERKS!! Hang in there...I am right behind you with mine. Le sigh

  4. I am trying really hard to pretend my babies won't be two... LOL

  5. Done it - check
    Currently doing it - check.

    Like I posted too, love them, hate them (the 2's that is...)

  6. Ha, that quote cracks me up, so very, very true! My son started his terrible two's when he was five months old, and it didn't stop until he was five. Thank goodness he's now 6!

  7. I feel your pain, my daughters 4 and a half, and I have grown wrinkles cos of her. And just as she grows out of it, my son turns five.



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