I remember a fairy tale from my childhood about goblins who were wont to spirit away children and leave changelings in their place- a child that looked exactly like the original but behaved like wild animals. I'm beginning to think that if they ever come back, I'm going to trap one of those little fuckers and force them to give me back my baby.
Yes, I have a toddler.
I don't know how it happened. It seems like just yesterday that she was just a happy little spud rocking out on the carpet while Mr. DD played guitar, but all of a sudden, it's become apparent that we have something living with us that has a WILL. That must be obeyed. RIGHT NOW. ON PAIN OF LOUDNESS.
It seems to have happened overnight, really, which is why it's so weird. One day, she's a relaxed little soul and the next day she is replaced by a whinging, whining ex-pat from the planet Tantrum. The slightest delay in the execution of necessary tasks, the slightest roadblock to her finely laid plans, ANYTHING brings about Hurricane Cranky.
Functioning on 4 hours sleep as I am, (she decided at 1.30am that sleeping was for pussies) it is hard to be objective. All I know is that I started drinking BEFORE I started Sunday dinner yesterday, so it was quite a day.
On a positive note, her vocabulary is improving. She can count to 5, say "bum" repeatedly and whenever she farts, she cracks up and shouts, "TOOT!"
My mother thinks we need to break her of the last two habits, but I'm not so sure.
Here's a video of her taken in a rare moment when she wasn't behaving like a wolverine this weekend:
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- rockmama
- 30-something mom, living and working in the UK. While the "Prawn" wrecks havoc with her toddler ways, I prepare for the arrival of the "Squid" in early 2010. Experienced member of the pregnancy loss club, so am ridiculously grateful.
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Right there with you. You should have seen the hurricane in our house this morning when the PULL TOY! WOULD NOT ROLL! IN EXACTLY! THE WAY! SHE WANTED! Or yesterday, when she wanted to be assisted to walk DOWN the stairs AND walk UP the stairs at the same time. Oh, the drama.
with us, its these stacking 1-10 blocks. she gets mad because she sticks one of the smaller ones in and then pitches an almighty fit because the BIGGER ONE NOW WON'T FIT IN! WHY, GOD, WHY????!!!
I can't see the video for some reason - no doubt a problem with my access here at work.
Anyway, I think P's toddlerific behaviour began at about this age. I wanted to slap the next person who said, "Ooo...terrible twos came early for this one!" You'll see it's perfectly within the boundaries of a child this age to become a changeling. I love that word by the way. It's so fun.
Shall I get P to teach The Prawn how to say "pardon" when she toots?
yeah, "pardon" is probably on the cards. :)
Oh yes, Alex is on her heels. Chomping and biting and being a general pain in the butt.
His current obsession? Whipping things at your face AND biting you. Oh, how fun this is!
Oh I remember when our daughter was that age. We also babysat on Saturday morning for our friends daughter who will be two in September. She's so sweet and cute, but when you cross her.... watch out! She's still pretty easy to redirect, though. So we did well, I think...
Oh no! Good luck surviving toddlerhood!
they won't let me watch the video!!
sorry to hear you have a toddler. I understand there is an upside. Have you found it yet?
Oh....I could have written this one! Why is it, as they 'grow into humans' they hit the bad stuff first?! Who said temper needs to be ahead of....say...doing the ironing or something adorable like that? Love the blog
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