I used to think my daughter was a handful when she was between the ages of 1 and 2. She put everything in her mouth, touched everything, didn't listen, would ran away from me and had the occasional temper tantrum.
Then I had my son. I now know the meaning of the terrible twos. This boy is a HANDFUL! He's a climber. Everyday I have to remove him from various places he shouldn't be, or places he finds himself stuck. His current favorite thing is to climb the toilet, then, using the toilet paper roll as a step, he hoists himself into the bathroom sink so he can turn on the faucet and brush his teeth.
And the boy has a temper. Should you dare tell him "no, please don't climb on the kitchen table during supper", or "stop ripping that book into a million pieces" he gets angry and throws things, or tries to hit me, or melts into a puddle on the floor and kicks his feet and yells. Good times.
But he can turn it off like a switch. One minute he's all angry tears and whipping his banana at my head, and the next minute he is sweet as sugar and giving me hugs and kisses and snuggling on my lap.
He had an appointment at at the health unit today for an immunization. He started off behaving pretty well. He let the nurse measure and weigh him and sat pretty well for about 5 minutes waiting for his needle. But then the nurse had a million and one questions and he got bored and started roaming the office, then he started climbing the furniture. And then he tried to open the door and leave, 67 times. So the nurse brought out some paper and crayons hoping it would entertain Alex and Carly for a few minutes. Carly sat nicely and coloured two pictures. Alex spilled most of the crayons on the floor, picked a select few and attempted to draw on the office walls with them. So, I tried to distract him with a snack. Crisis averted. He finally got his needle and took it like a pro - no tears even. They require you to wait in the main reception area for 15 minutes after a shot to make sure there is no side effects. This is where it really went down hill. He didn't want to play in the toy area (which I can't blame him - the toys were pretty lame!), so I tried to give him another snack, which he had one bite of, gave me an evil look, then spilled the entire baggie of craisins and teddy bear crackers on the floor. Then he thought it would be fun to try to leave building out the automatic doors. After chasing him twice I grabbed our bag, called Carly over from the toy area and left 10 minutes early. Mommy is exhausted!
The rest of our day went surprisingly well after our morning escapade, despite the fact he only napped for an hour.
Carly made me giggle while we were in the waiting room of the "rescue centre" as she calls it. (A little too much Dora & Diego maybe?) I'm convinced she will be a performer of some sort when she grows up and today she confirmed that. She wanted to play "school" since there was lots of books and little tables in the waiting room. I asked if she wanted to be the teacher, and she said "No Mommy, you be the teacher and I'll be the audience!"
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