My two year old can be so sweet to his dad and I – he loves to give hugs and kisses – he loves high-fives and snuggling.
It is so sweet to see how much Wiley loves his new brother too.
Wiley will hug and kiss that little baby all day long.
But in between all those hugs and kisses, a raging two year old tantrum-bully exists.
When we are with friends, family or around other small children – the bully comes out.
Where do toddlers keep the On and Off switch?
Why he would hit a cute 7 month old baby girl on the head, with a toy plane, is beyond me…
and that 1 year old girl was just standing next to her mommy, when my son ran by and pushed her down…three separate times.
Yesterday he got kicked out of our church nursery, for the third time this year, for trying to scratch another child (previous offenses for biting).
Today the tantrums started – the moment – I went in his room to get him out of bed.
“get OUT! Go away!”
I left his room (obviously he wanted more time to himself…) but, the second I left he screamed and wailed for my return.
REPEAT three or four times.
the fourth time I just sat in his bedroom doorway and listened as he screamed for me to leave. When he stopped screaming, I told him I loved him.
I mean, he is tried me many a time the last few months, but this behavior was totally foreign to me.
When I finally got him out of bed to change his diaper – the tantrum continued – the internal conflict of whether or not he wanted out of the peed diaper from over night.
When the diaper crisis ended, Wiley whined over what he wanted to eat and which toys he wanted me to hand him.
Dad got home from school, to eat lunch, and it was his turn to witness the epic meltdown over what nature video Wiley wanted to watch and whether or not he wanted to eat popcorn with his nature video.
It was during the popcorn meltdown, that I decided, years from now this two year old boy would be a teenaged boy and will probably die with embarrassment over his mother’s behavior in front of his friends (and someday girlfriends…he he he).
I will relish every “embarrassing moment” that teenaged Wiley goes through, because darn it, I earned them.
remember Wiley, I OWE YOU. 🙂