My youngest is now 2 years and 5 months. He is a smiley, charming, sociable, happy boy:
At least, he was.
Of late, he tends to be more like this:
I remember going through this with DS1 at the exact same age and it was equally stressful.
There seem to be two triggers to angry-toddler syndrome:
- Dropping the last daytime nap [shudder].
- The realisation that their ability has extensive limitations.
It seems to turn once-content toddlers into miniature teenagers with a serious attitude problem.
Some of today’s parenting challenges so far:
Right, what would you both like for breakfast?
Ummmm… [DS2 runs off to play with something].
DS2? Do you want some breakfast?
[Silence from conservatory]
DS2? Would you like me to get you some Shreddies?
More silence. I get DS1 his breakfast and sit down with my bowl. The peace is suddenly shattered by high pitched screeching.
NOOOOO!!!! I DON WANNA YOU HAVE BREAKFAST, WAHHHH!!!!!
Getting out of the car
[I unbuckle the harness]
NO!! I wanna do it!!!
Sensing imminent meltdown, I “fix” the buckle so he can do it. He takes ages to undo the buckle. I offer to lift him down.
NO!! I do it.
I offer to help him out of the car. He doesn’t move.
I wanna go in drive Mummy. I wanna drive.
It’s raining. I’m getting soaked. I tell him I’m sorry, but he can’t drive today.
I WANNA GO IN DRIVE, WAHHHH!!!!!!!
After several more futile attempts to encourage him out the car, I end up carrying him screaming and writhing into the house.
“Playing” with DS1
DS1 looks at DS2
NO YOU GO WAY!! BAHHHHHH!!!!!! [blood curdling, whites-of-eyes showing, banshee scream]
Helping him with a toy
Ok, where do you want me to put the bridge?
I put the bridge exactly where he indicates.
Ok! Sorry sweetie, where did you want it?
I try again.
NOOO!!! BAHHHHHHH!!!!! [grabs bridge and hits me with it]
I remove bridge and tell him not hit.
BAHHHHHHHH!!!!! [scratches me instead].
I walk away, to avoid further injury.
WAHHHHHH!!!!!! [he chases me trying to grab enough flesh to pinch].
DS1 tries to tell him not to hurt Mummy.
BAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! [right in DS1’s face].
And that is all before 10am.
At least his behaviour is keeping me suitably distracted from the phone call about my scan date.