He's not a bad kid, I know that. I have seen bad kids and compared to them Andrew is pretty damn good. It's just that right now he is a spazz of a toddler and it's been exhausting. Last night while he was sitting on the couch with a snack of stale fruit loops (yeah, MOTY here) he spilled half of his sippy of milk down the side of the couch. I hurried up and cleaned it up and then walked away and shut myself in the bathroom for five minutes (he stayed out in the living room with J and amazingly didn't follow me and stand there beating on the door). I sat there, head in my hands, and took a bunch of deep breaths while telling myself to relax. After five or so minutes I was ready to head back out for more.
My headstrong and ornery munchkin
The second I saw his sweet little smile I felt immense guilt for getting so frustrated with him. And then the panic set in. The panic of "How the $&#@ are we supposed to handle two kids when just one is driving me insane? What were we thinking??".
It wasn't helping that we received an email from daycare detailing what had gone on yesterday between Andrew and another little boy, Anthony (who is 17 months). It seems that neither of them wanted to share toys with each other and there was some fighting and aggression (pushing and shirt pulling - Andrew ended up with a scratch on his neck). So not only was I tired and frustrated, but I was feeling mommy guilt for not being good at teaching my kid to share.
I know his behavior isn't out of the norm. He's (almost) 23 months and this is what kids at that age do. I know he's testing his limits, seeing what he can get away with and trying to explore new things. And I know that things will only get
And to think - we'll get to start this stage all over again with 2.0 in a few years...