Terrible twos?

Don’t let that sweet smile fool you . . .

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. . . this little guy’s been putting me through the wringer for the last five weeks.  We’re still some months away from the two year mark, but why be terrible for JUST a year, when instead you can be terrible for a year-and-a-HALF?

So, other than terrible, how is Sir these days?

Large and in charge, he’s right around the three foot mark, and he’d chunked up to the 81st percentile in weight at his 18-month visit.  He’s now over half my height and a quarter of my weight (good thing I’m hitting the weights at the gym!).

Given his height, we went ahead and switched his car seat to front facing, since the rear-facing height limit on the seat we have is 36 inches.

We’re also preparing to transition him to a real bed.  For over a year, the Pack ‘n Play served as his resting place (we never used it for “play”), but he’s more or less at the height and weight limits for the device.  He (knock on wood) hasn’t tried to climb out yet, so I’m delaying the transition a bit, hoping to smooth out some of our current sleep issues first (meanwhile, his new mattress is airing out in our basement, but more on that in another post).

He shows no signs of slowing on the growth front, continuing to eat vigorously and enthusiastically at meal and snack times, in addition to three short nursing sessions a day.

Three out of four of his two-year molars came in over the last few weeks, but as far as I can tell, that final tooth might be awhile yet.

He’s still not talking, and frustration with not being able to communicate what he wants may be part of the current behavior issue, though I think it’s more about frustration at not getting his way.

Speaking of not getting his way, my efforts to include him in the kitchen (more on that in a later post) worked a bit too well.  I thought I had a monster on my hands before, but that was nothing compared to the fact that now EVERY time I am in the kitchen, even if I’m only doing something that will take a few minutes, he must drag a chair in and be involved.  And if the answer is, “No, it’s not time for the chair to be in the kitchen,” much screamage ensues.

As it does many other times throughout the day when I thwart his very strong little will.  Sigh.

I know “this too shall pass,” but all-in-all, this phase is making working outside the home look VERY attractive again.

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4 Responses to Terrible twos?

  1. Awww. But he’s such a good little baker! Yummy treats. Thank you! Keep up the good work; you won’t remember these screamage (great word) months at his graduation, wedding, etc.

    • Melissa @ HerGreenLife says:

      Glad you enjoyed them 🙂 Perhaps I won’t remember the screamage, but if I do, I’ll definitely incorporate stories at embarrassing moments in the future, as Misha suggests 😉

  2. misha says:

    screamage! lol. love it. And yeah, you will remember the screamage especially for the bride to be. My mom never fails to take an opportunity to tell funny and embarrassing stories about me and my sis. we’re used to it. i am still giggling – screamage! Also, you have a delightful blog.

  3. Pingback: Kitchen lockdown | Her Green Life

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