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Preview of the Terrible Twos
Aug. 26th, 2004 07:43 amThere is a kiss of autumn in the air this morning. A hint of things to come. Leaves falling and school starting. The weather changing from short sleeves in the morning to needing long sleeves or a light jacket which will be totally useless in the afternoon. I think fall is my favorite season.
Caroline will be 21 months shortly. When she gets to two, she will no longer be a baby but she will always be my baby. Last night I had a preview of the terrible twos. Caroline has been pretty much an even tempered child. Not one to throw fits unless something was really wrong. Not anymore. I took her to the bowling alley to watch Peter and Ariel bowl in their league which will be ending next week. She has been running around the bowling alley since she could walk. She had been to the bowling alley since she was about a month old and the sound of the balls hitting pins put her to sleep. She was running full tilt around the alley. Most of the families in the league know her so they dodged as she came by. She was fine for a while and then she started trying to go places that she shouldn’t. I gave her plenty of warning but she kept trying to sneak where she wasn’t allowed to go. So back in the stroller she went. Oh the howls of protest. The screams of indignation. I told Peter I was taking Caroline home. He asked why and Caroline let out a scream. Peter said Oh as in “I understand”. I take my kicking and screaming child out of the bowling alley. She continued this behavior all the way home. Once home she calmed down a little. Then I watched her try to do a number of things she is not allowed to do at home including getting into areas that she KNOWS are forbidden. Each time she was told no the hysterics would ensue. I could see her calculating what to do next and trying to sneak it pass me. The biggest tantrum came when I took her evening bottle away after she started finger painting with the lines of milk she was creating with the bottle. Oh the shrieks and tears and foot stomping and floor flopping. It was a grand tantrum. I returned the bottle to her after she calmed down. I put her in my lap and we watched the Olympics. She was falling asleep for a while and then started fussing and kicking me in the knee. I said to her Caroline Night Night? No came the reply. Yes said I. No. We did yes/no up the stairs and I changed her diaper continuing the conversation. I put her in her crib. She looked up at me and sighed is resignation. She knew she had lost this round. She grabbed her pink blanket and rolled over and went to sleep.
( spoilers for today’s Zits )
I am grateful for coffee. I didn’t start drinking it until I was 25 but it has been part of my diet since.
Caroline will be 21 months shortly. When she gets to two, she will no longer be a baby but she will always be my baby. Last night I had a preview of the terrible twos. Caroline has been pretty much an even tempered child. Not one to throw fits unless something was really wrong. Not anymore. I took her to the bowling alley to watch Peter and Ariel bowl in their league which will be ending next week. She has been running around the bowling alley since she could walk. She had been to the bowling alley since she was about a month old and the sound of the balls hitting pins put her to sleep. She was running full tilt around the alley. Most of the families in the league know her so they dodged as she came by. She was fine for a while and then she started trying to go places that she shouldn’t. I gave her plenty of warning but she kept trying to sneak where she wasn’t allowed to go. So back in the stroller she went. Oh the howls of protest. The screams of indignation. I told Peter I was taking Caroline home. He asked why and Caroline let out a scream. Peter said Oh as in “I understand”. I take my kicking and screaming child out of the bowling alley. She continued this behavior all the way home. Once home she calmed down a little. Then I watched her try to do a number of things she is not allowed to do at home including getting into areas that she KNOWS are forbidden. Each time she was told no the hysterics would ensue. I could see her calculating what to do next and trying to sneak it pass me. The biggest tantrum came when I took her evening bottle away after she started finger painting with the lines of milk she was creating with the bottle. Oh the shrieks and tears and foot stomping and floor flopping. It was a grand tantrum. I returned the bottle to her after she calmed down. I put her in my lap and we watched the Olympics. She was falling asleep for a while and then started fussing and kicking me in the knee. I said to her Caroline Night Night? No came the reply. Yes said I. No. We did yes/no up the stairs and I changed her diaper continuing the conversation. I put her in her crib. She looked up at me and sighed is resignation. She knew she had lost this round. She grabbed her pink blanket and rolled over and went to sleep.
( spoilers for today’s Zits )
I am grateful for coffee. I didn’t start drinking it until I was 25 but it has been part of my diet since.
