|That toddler book is fairly helpful if you're in the market, FYI, though I'm focusing more on the rest of this pile at this post-toddler-bedtime moment.|
I remain on that knife's edge of parenting a Two - life right now is either just the best thing going, a veritable Disney schlockfest of cute kid fun, or a walking, fit-throwing nightmare. Terrible Two is something of a misnomer - maybe we can make "Bipolar Two" happen?
In the "pros" column, we have Master P's impressive displays of bravery this week - and I don't mean in his usual dangling off the dining room table sense. He's started and thrived in both swim and nursery school class over the past week, blowing me away with this new independence. Six months ago, when he was in the throes of stranger danger "OMG MAMAMAMAMA!!!", I wouldn't have believed it possible. As I've stood on the sidelines watching - a strange but great first for this stay-at-home sort - I couldn't be prouder of him.
Also, I have to give you genius interweb types credit, though I'm a little terrified to type this - I took your advice, stuck to my totalitarian sleep regime, and the nap is back. For now, but whatever - exclamation point!!!
And in the "cons" column - you knew there was a "but" coming, right? - the power struggles have escalated. By which I mean, hold me interwebs. How does that nursery rhyme go? When he's good he's good, and when he's bad sweet Nordstrom bring the earplugs
Xanax. Today - twice over the last month, in fact - he's pitched a fit in the car so epic he's actually, uh . . . I'm editing the icky toddler details out here and just saying it was disgustingly, wholly bad, and there were tears (his and mine) involved.
It can get downright terrifying seeing those big feelings struggling to get out of that little body; holding his tiny hand as he comes down from his rage, I recall then just how young he is, as impressive as his new shows of independence are.
And so continues the delicate dance we parents do - if you can suspend your disbelief at my use of "delicate" anywhere in a post involving a two-year-old boy - of encouraging our wee ones to thrive and learn to be their own people, while protecting the still so young ones they are. Blah blah blah.
Tomorrow is another day - of nursery school. Until then - Anna Wintour, take me away. Please?