The Terrible Not Yet Twos

Today has been, well let’s just say difficult.  I’m trying to be polite.  All day The Baby has flipped in a bi-polar-esque fashion from being cuddly and not wanting to leave mummy’s side, to slapping, kicking, pinching, suffering selective hearing, scowling and screaming, and suddenly back again.  It’s been exhausting just trying to keep up with her mood swings, and even more exhausting traipsing from whichever room we were in to the Naughty Step.

It’s not exactly a shock that The Baby likes her own way or that she knows her own mind.  She has been like this from a tiny baby, making her needs very known, and expressing her frustration at not being able to do what she so desperately wanted to do (walking, talking, sitting, basically being fully independent) by squealing and screaming.  Her behaviour is not new.  Nor is it a shock that it’s happening now.  She has just turned twenty months, fast approaching her second birthday, and I’m guessing this particular phase hasn’t been named ‘Terrible’ for no reason.

Despite the lack of surprise about this behaviour, it’s still far from pleasant and is just tiring and miserable and I am absolutely sick of hearing myself saying, “No, don’t throw the plate across the room, no don’t throw mummy’s phone across the room, don’t even think about touching that hot cup of tea, you mustn’t smack mummy, stop screaming it’s a horrible noise…”, etc, etc, etc.  Distraction techniques work for a while, even bribery for a short time, but as fast as she decides she wants to sit on my knee and slather my cheeks in drippy wet kisses, she’s smacking me in the eyes, pinching my neck and throwing toys around like a child possessed.

The Baby today

Yesterday was a totally different story again.  She was absolutely lovely, she ate well, she played nicely, she did as she was asked, she was calm and content and generally gorgeous to be with.

The Baby yesterday

Maybe it’s because she’s teething.  Maybe it’s because she’s got a cold.  Some of it is likely to be the lack of sleep (nothing new there either), but I’m depressingly resigned to the fact that it is a phase we are going to be going through for the next few months.  Oh, and I can’t wait to see how she reacts to Little Pea’s arrival in two months’ time.

You can get wine on prescription, right?
MAD Blog Awards 2012

Mysilly little blog is just over a year old.  Thank you to everyone who keeps reading it, I really appreciate it, and I love reading your comments and feedback.  If you have enjoyed reading Dummy Mummy over the last twelve months, maybe you would consider voting for me in this year’s MAD Blog Awards?  Anyone can vote (Hi Mum!) and you can choose whichever category you want to vote in, you don’t have to complete them all.  Blagging over, as you were.


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2 Responses to The Terrible Not Yet Twos

  1. Love your blog – have voted for you.
    Terrible-not-yet-twos is just a phase remember!!! It will pass.
    I’m sure Little Pea will be well received and well loved by Big Sis xxx

  2. age 2 to 3 is normally better, goes downhill at 4!!! x

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