When my hubby called to ask how my day was going, I responded, “The two-and-a-half year old is in rare form.”
“That’s the third time you’ve said that this week,” he responded.
I think rare form may be the new normal.
And I am scared.
My son said the other day, “Mom, you’ve had two 2 year olds before, you know what to do. Right?”
But my 7 and 9 year old traveled thru the 2′s unscathed. They were typical, but they didn’t get into things like their little sister.
And by things I mean, just last week, I’ve caught her painting her own toes, busting an ink pen in her mouth, stuffing gobs of toilet paper down the potty, spreading sunscreen on the floor and playing in paint.
Believe it or not, I do watch her. But the girl is quick and quiet, which turns out to be a messy combination.
She’s also chosen “NOOO!! My do it!” screamed at the top of her lungs, as her new favorite phrase.
That wouldn’t be my first choice.
There also might be some hitting and kicking going on.
So. basically, what I’m trying to tell you is the 2′s are kicking my butt.
I’m doing my best teaching her character, trying to be consistent with discipline and showing her who’s the boss.
HI! I'm Kristen. I'm here to encourage you as a wife and mom and remind you there's a little bit of THAT family in all of us. I write books, run Mercy House and try to remember I am third (God first, others second). I'm glad you're here.