Sigh.
Most days I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry because this is a turbulent age, indeed. I don't remember my mom telling stories of my twodom, so I'm not entirely sure if this is a case of payback.
Elsie is two in the most stereotypical sense of the word. She is PASSIONATE! It's almost manic in that she'll be really, really happy, and then without batting an eye, she'll be really really angry. It's worse around drop-off at care in the morning, dinner at night, and bedtime. Wait. Those are the times when it's typically just Mama and Elsie. Coincidence? I hope so, or I'm going to have a complex for the rest of my parenting life..which is the rest of my life.
Should I be concerned when everyone I meet tells me that three is worse than two? Because I'm starting to get concerned.
Aside from the stereotyped behaviors, Elsie is funny, and silly, and...territorial. She likes to dance and quote lines from Yo Gabba Gabba (this morning I went in and she was jumping on her bed singing, "Go crazy! Go crazy! Go crazy!" from the Dancy-Dance segment of the show; the other day we were sampling at Sam's Club and the lady had yogurt and Elsie said "Try it! You'll like it!", also from YGG). She asks to see "Bob Mato" on a regular basis (aka Veggie Tales and Bob the Tomato).
She LOVES her new care provider. From day one I dropped her off and was kneeling down to tell her that I would be back for her, yada yada yada, and she interrupted me and said, "Goodbye," then turned around and started to play. Wow, that was easy.
Every day when we get in the car she says, "That fun." Good.
Now I mentioned above about her throwing a tantrum during dropoff, and yes, that happens sometimes--she usually stalls outside the door and does not want to come in the door. If I have to force the issue and drag her in (since I'm carrying Oscar), she does not take too kindly to that. But once she's in the playroom, it's like there never was a tantrum. Like I never made her mad.
So, that's all I can think of right now. Pray for me.
Cheers.
1 comment:
After just 1 month, I can tell you three is more intense than two. I say "intense" instead of worse for a very important reason. During the two's I realized that although they were trying, my days were equally rewarding. And I know going into the three's that my battles will be greater, but so will the rewards.
So far, two was my favorite year. Although, a year from now, I hope to be saying that three was my favorite:-)
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