As a parent the first time you experience the terrible twos it can be quite tramatic. You don't know what to do... there is a plethora of information out there. Experts, doctors, even that tell you to ignore the tantrums. And if you look, you can find exactly the same number of other experts or doctors that will tell you that if you ignore the tantrums you can permanently damage your childs precious psyche. Who's right? Who knows? So you have to trust your instincts. My instincts with your brother waffled from ignoring, to comforting. But with you, I guess because I know that it's going to be over soon enough it's easy enough just to step back and observe. And I'm so glad that's the path that we've taken because it's so much less stressful. And sometimes, down right hilarious. Now that your Dad and I are practiced at withstanding the tantrums it's amusing to watch you fall to the floor crying hysterically because you can't have candy corn for breakfast.
When we take you to the park you automatically gravitate towards kids that are your brothers age, not understanding why they don't want to have anything to do with you. You are quick on your feet from years of keeping up with your brother and love to climb. In fact the other day when Daddy took you to the park, he said that you climbed the ladder to the slide over and over all the time singing, "climb the wadder, climb the wadder" to the tune of Ride of the Valkyrie. You do love to sing. You make up little tunes and hum them to yourself as you go about your day. Every night, if I put you to bed, you demand three lullabies. Wheels on the bus, London Bridge and Rock a by Baby.
We are trying to potty train you, but I think that you might not be ready just yet. You are more than willing to pee on the potty each time we take you, but don't quite get the concept of telling us when you need to go. You refuse to poop on the potty crying for a diaper when you need to go, which breaks my heart. I'd rather change diapers than hear you whimper because you want your diaper back on. It reminds me that as much as you want to be a big boy like brother, you are still a baby in so many ways.
You live to irritate your brother. Your Dad says you've had his number since birth and have the supreme ability to push him right to the edge. Sort of the same way that he pushes Mommy and Daddy's buttons just to get a reaction. I often try to get him to translate your words for me. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. The other day you were whining and crying at the same time and kept saying the same word over and over. It sounded like you were saying "ick-tar" so after several times asking what it was you wanted and playing the guessing game which I name random things and ask you if that's what you want, I finally asked your brother what you were saying. He sighed loudly, not believing that I wasn't getting what you were saying and finally said, "MOMMY. He's SAYING ICK-TAR." I'm still not sure what ick-tar actually was, but I think it might have had something to do with ice cream.
Brother loves you, even though you torment him. We love you too, even if you do have temper tantrums because you can't get the ick-tar that you want.
I love you,
Mommy
I love you,
Mommy
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