Introducing the Threenager years. yes that’s right not teenage, Threenage *adds word to dictionary*. That would be the term loosely associated with our toddler, right now. It would appear that we escaped the terrible twos pretty unscathed in comparison to what our soon to be 3-year-old toddler is currently treating us too. I use the term treat loosely too.
Such is the prerogative of a toddler right?. Isn’t he programmed to argue against every boundary that we (or should I say I) set. Mr H is a soft touch. I was always destined to take on the role of disciplinarian in this family. It’s a tough role I tell you, always being the one to say No, or as the books tell me, finding an alternative to saying No. Argh
Apparently this role came naturally to me. Mr H tells me this is because I’m bossy, and many of my friends I’m sure would agree. I may have been called Little Miss Bossy at primary school, in fact the Mr Men Little Miss Bossy book may have been written about me. (written by a Hargreaves too! Ps that’s our surname by the way).
In the early days when I was on maternity leave, I was the one who spent most of my days with Lil G as a baby, setting boundaries around eating, sleeping, nap time, bedtime and routine in general. Some would say, we had a good baby, which I would agree with. On the other hand, I am a firm believer in routine. Thankfully taking the hard-line worked for us.
The same cannot be said for the toddler tantrums which have recently entered our lives. I’m not afraid to say that they are beating us. Sssshhhh don’t tell the boy! How is it that we find ourselves arguing with a toddler, who always seems to be the one shouting ‘I win … I win’. We’re not meant to laugh, but he seems to understand that he has won and takes great pleasure in it too.
We are losing battles daily at the minute. We have gone from having a very amenable toddler to a tantrum throwing, argumentative, unruly threenager. Eek. Help. Rather than the naughty step, we’ve just introduced the 1,2,3 rule, which seems to be working. *holds breath with fingers crossed*
As I wrote this post I could hear the screams, the stamping of the feet, and when it comes to hearing the dinosaur roar you really know it’s bad. Hence the father’s day gift. I couldn’t help myself when I came across it. Thankfully there were no roars yesterday!
The word ‘No’ flows far to freely from Lil G’s mouth at present. He refuses to bath with daddy (which is something he has enjoyed for 3 years), why, because he wants to run around naked, why, because it’s something we want him to do. It’s not his choice. He’s stubborn. Where does he get that from *puts hand up*. Like magic, as soon as he is in the bath we then have the fight to get him out of the bath, followed by the ‘I don’t want to put my clothes on’ argument again. And a way we go.
Another argument causing me a lot of pain at the moment, is the ‘No pictures’ tantrum …
… for those of you reading this blog that know me, will understand. I am a very #SnapHappy mummy. Always trying to capture a moment. I love to take an account of every little detail. I’m surprised my face hasn’t morphed into a camera after covering it with one for so long.
Creating memories, I say. I love to look back at my pictures on a night, it brings me so much joy.
On a positive note, the ‘fussy eating’ battle we have lost for the last 12-months seems to be taking a turn for the better. One day, some 12-months ago, Lil G decided he would not eat. Anything. At all. Point blank refuse. This week he has returned to eating at Kindergarten *wipes brow* and on Saturday refused to get into the bath because he wanted to eat his breakfast. We currently stand at 7 days of eating.
Please, one of you tell me that you are experiencing something just as painfully frustrating (and funny at times)? Please, one of you tell me that these threenager years pass quickly and will not render me old and grey? If I hadn’t aged enough already.
The good new is that if I catch Lil G on a good day, he still allows me to take our #Selfie ritual, where we escape for just a moment, me and him. Heaven. Something which I will endeavour to take as often as possible, so as to capture our beautiful boy grow.