Okay, so recently it seems like most days are "off days" for one particular two year old who happens to live in our house. Don't get me wrong, she is still as sweet and as fun as ever. And I actually really do love this age (for the most part). I could just do without the tantrums, the strong independent streak and the constant testing of my authority that this age brings. Fortunately, grandparents and James Dobson books exist. So, I haven't gone insane as of yet.
Being 9 months pregnant (as of this Thursday) and carrying an estimated 6 pound baby (per this morning's ultra sound) doesn't help matters either. I sometimes feel like I'm at the end of a marathon and every challenge to my authority is an up hill sprint.
Monday was an "off day" if there ever was one. In fact, it was so pathetic it was funny right from the start of the day. Since it was a (pre)school morning I went into her room at around 8:00 to get her up and going. My little teenager, er, toddler, had her blankets (which she has named "baby blanket", "blanket," and "other blanket") and her pillow over her head. She's usually playful when she wakes up and so when I tried to play peek-a-boo and tickle her I was surprise when she yelled "Noooo!"
To coax her out I said, "you get to play with Suhani at school today!" Suhani is a sweet little girl in her class. Leola loves saying her name. Every time we drive past the church/school she says "Suhani." She's even made it into a game. Her answer for everything is "Suhani." But, on this particular morning she said, "NO SUHANI!"
So, I moved on. "You get to see Mrs. Anna today!" Leola loves her teacher, Anna. She loves both of her teachers but I think Anna is easier to say. You guessed it, though. "NO ANNA!"
We eventually got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and left for school without further incident. When I picked her up later that morning, however, the aforementioned Mrs. Anna said to me the words a parent never wants to hear: "We had an incident today." Another child had bitten Leola's finger, drawing blood. Leola wasn't phased and didn't cry- just wanted a bandaid- but it still had to be reported to me, which I did appreciate. I was just thankful she was the bitee and not the biter! And I wouldn't be at all surprised if she and the "perp" had been fighting over a toy or a doll.
In the interest of brevity, since I know you have more important things to do than read about a two year old's tantrums, I won't go into detail about the 20 minutes it took to get from the classroom to the car, the tears on the way home or the melt down during lunch.
But I'll leave it at this.... Leola loves the song "Wheels on the Bus," loves apple sauce, loves chips (organic veggie chips that I've been buying for her- blech!) and above all else, loves loves loves her baby dolls.
On Monday, not so much. On Monday it was "NO BUS!" "NO CHIPS!" "NO APPLE SAUCE" and horror of horrors, "NO BABY!"
It was definitely the right day for an early- and long- nap. For both of us.
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