We've hit a rough patch...
So, I realized how great I've had it for the past 28 months. I arrived at this epiphany while hauling Audrey out of the library today (as fast as I could); kicking and screaming at the top of her toddler lungs. Every single person was staring at us. Tim, who was waiting in the checkout line, conveniently pretended to not be related to us. He looked away as we passed. No, not really, but I wouldn't have blamed him.
Yes, it's like she hit the twos this week full force. She's suddenly sprouted horns. I think we've decided what she'll be for Halloween.
Just as I predicted, she has the limp noodle down to a science. She goes boneless on a moment's notice. (Always in the most inconvenient places- ie. middle of the the crosswalk.)
Damn! It sure is hard to get a grip on a boneless toddler.
Oh, and then there's the "Let's Try to Get to Bed on Time" chapter of the Terrible Twos. It's never-ending. I swear I am about to resort to the 'How To' books for toddlers. Goodness knows, everyone and their brother has written a book about the Terrible Twos.
Honestly, I don't think there's one right answer. Tim and I are going to have to invest in some earplugs and keep grinning. What more can you do? Start crying, I suppose. I'm sure I'll resort to that at some point. For right now, I am of the "Stay Strong!" mentality.
I admit, I almost lost it when I had to hear, "I want ice cream!" at an octave that makes my blood curdle for 15 minutes straight. The ride home from the library was not a pleasant one.
I still love her more than cherry pie. (That's saying a lot.)