Some days, I'm happily laughing and having fun with the kids, and boom! something happens and I snap at them. Last week, there were a lot of those days and a high percentage of the "somethings" that happened were initiated by my devious little Munchkin. I can't begin to tally how many times I found myself hoping, wishing and praying that the terrible twos end sooner than the calendar predicts. In order to help my tiny tower of terror keep her behavior in check, I've listed a few things she could do to keep mama a little happier.
This morning, as I fought the urge to wake up to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet nearing my room. When Munchkin walked up to my bed and indicated she needed the bathroom I knew my last-ditch attempt to sleep was over.
I potty trained Munchkin a few weeks ago and as the days go by with a portable potty in one hand and a change of clothes in the other, I am reminded that I've gone through it--and many other rites of passage--before. Just like when I potty trained Monkey 2 1/2 years ago, Munchkin was very ready, but I had to train myself to manage an almost-two-year-old without diapers. The joy of not having to change diapers is brought down by the fact that I have to help Munchkin use the bathroom at all times, be it at 6:30am or when she's zippered into her pajamas for the night.
Another rite of passage was getting rid of a few items which indicate that my kids are growing up. I got rid of our double stroller now that Monkey is old enough to walk long distances. We got rid of all the remaining baby clothes so we now have nothing for the under-two set at home. All the tiny wash-clothes and baby-sized blankets have been given away and I'm slowly weeding out toys Munchkin has outgrown.
The biggest change I made was to get rid of the crib where Munchkin was sleeping. Even though I feel as though my family is complete and that I'm satisfied with the newborn snuggles I got from my two kids, I was a little sad to take apart the crib and donate it. Munchkin got to move into Monkey's toddler bed and Monkey joyfully moved into his loft bed.
Thankfully, another change I've seen before is that Munchkin is settling down a bit, just as her big brother did. She's stopped throwing food, but started searching the fridge when she's hungry. She has also stopped climbing onto tables, but started jumping off every ledge in sight. She frequently says "Watch this!" whether she's taking a jump or attempting a somersault. She also likes to mimic her big brother whether she's trying to open doors like he does or leaping like Superman.
Even though Munchkin wants to be like her big brother, I can see that she is also different. She's fearless in ways he wasn't at her age and not quite as shy. I'm enjoying seeing Munchkin develop her vocabulary and her opinions and praying that the terrible twos don't prey upon us. Even though I have a good idea of what the next year will bring, amidst the familiar changes and rituals I'm sure Munchkin will surprise me.
Patricia is a part-time working mom with a 9-year-old son (Monkey) and 7-year-old daughter (Munchkin). She thinks passing judgment on other parents comes easy, so why not (politely) pass judgement on GMvBM?