We’ve reached a new milestone in the Engle household – the terrible twos.
The thing is Lily is not even two yet. We thought we had a solid six months before having to deal with this, but somehow it just snuck its way in. It’s really not fair.
Her new favorite word is no.
“Lily, do you want to take a bath?” “No!”
“Lily, do you want to color?” “No!”
“Lily, do you want a cookie?” “No! (pause) Cookie?!?”
She knows she is being bad. If you tell her not to go behind the TV or pull on the table runner or throw her food on the floor or pull the cat’s ears or whatever it is she’s doing that she’s not supposed to, she just stares at you with a sheepish grin and s-l-o-w-l-y continues whatever it is she shouldn’t be doing.
If we leave the room for a minute, she will actually lie on the floor and kick her feet. The first time I witnessed this, I was in shock. I thought this type of thing only happened in TV shows or movies!
And I swear if someone walked past my house while I was putting clothes on her or changing her diaper, I would be arrested for abuse. I don’t think I have ever heard screams this loud in my life.
She doesn’t do this with my parents or at daycare or with anyone else that babysits her.
Nope. Just. Us.
My sister just recently sent me this funny definition of a toddler:
Emotionally unstable pint-sized dictator with the uncanny ability to know exactly how far to push you towards utter insanity before reverting to a lovable cuddle-monster.
This could not be truer. It’s really hard to get mad or stay mad when after her tantrums she comes up and kisses or hugs you, laughs, or starts having a conversation with you like nothing ever happened.
But as cute as she can be afterward and as easy it is to quickly forget the melt-down, we realize it’s not something that we can just ignore.
We have tried so many things to curb this behavior.
We’ve tried not using the word no and instead say we don’t do that.
We’ve tried telling her that she’s a good girl so she should behave like one.
We’ve tried speaking sternly to her.
We’ve tried ignoring the screaming fits.
Nothing has worked so far.
Our next line of defense…the naughty chair.
Wish us luck.