Toddlers be cray, man.
There are days when I feel like I’m living in a hostage negotiation situation, where I’m the hostage, and I’m doing everything I can to keep my toddler captor from losing her sh*t!
No really, though. I mean, it’s hard because she’s still learning how to manage her emotions, and when she just can’t deal, her frustration flows out of her through in fierce and epic tantrums. I, in turn, am also learning how to be the most patient version of myself (OH, LAWD, GIVE ME STRENGTH!). That part of toddler-hood is utterly and completely exhausting, no doubt, but for the most part, life with this newly minted threenager is fun.
One particularly cool part of this time is hearing her put together complete sentences and using new words. The other day she said that the book she was “reading” (she sits on the couch with a book, which is usually upside-down, and looks at the pictures) was complex. “Mommy, this story is so complicated! There are so many pictures of different frogs.”
Oh, and then there’s the running toddler commentary on anything and everything. “Mommy, do you see the airplane? Is the plane going to Hawaii? Mommy, THE MOON! I see the moon, and the moon sees me. Mommy why are stopping? Is the light red? Oh, look mommy, THERE’S A BUS! I see a bus! And a fire truck!”
Even though she definitely has her meltdowns and crabby days (don’t we all), the good times outweigh the hard stuff. Like, the nicest thing happened last week. We were driving to Target to look at nail polish, which she’s been more and more interested in lately. I figure that if I make the fruit too forbidden, it’ll be that much more enticing, so I told her that, as a reward for having a good week at school and for listening to mommy and daddy and being nice to her big brother (Tabs) and picking up her toys, she could pick out a nail polish of her own that I would do her nails with.
On the way to the store, while we were waiting at a stoplight, Connor got really quiet and said, “Mommy, you’re a really good mama. You listen. You REALLY listen.”
I almost burst into tears right then and there, but instead I said, “Thank you, Connor. That’s a really nice thing to say. You’re a really good daughter.”
My heart… ❤️ It felt like it was going to explode.
Note to self: Hold on to this memory, because she’ll be a teenager soon enough, and that’s gonna be a hoot!
She ended up picking out a sparkly blue, pink and purple glitter by Sally Hansen, and she insisted that we paint our toes the same color so we could match, awww!
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict