Okay folks, we have officially hit the TERRIBLE two's! My sweet, loving, easygoing child has turned demonic! (No, not really, but almost!) I know she's just pushing her boundaries and our limits but our patience is wearing thin. On Tuesday, we went to swim lessons and she decided to do the opposite of what her teacher asked. If her head was supposed to go up, it went down. If legs should be kicking, they went limp. Tuesday night, she decided to not eat. Nope, not a single bite of dinner. BUT, she wanted ice cream! When she didn't get ice cream, she literally fell face first on the hardwood floor and began screaming.
On Wednesday morning, I had tennis about an hour away. Tim was in charge and going to take her to swim lessons for me. However, I took off with both carseats in my car. Tim was stuck all morning with her at home...SCREAMING! She wanted to take crackers into the shower. Tim said no. SCREAMING temper tantrum! Time to take a nap, SCREAMED! I came home and Tim hit the door running! Can you blame him?
Wednesday afternoon, we had a "kinda" play date with another friend of mine. Caroline decided she wanted the toy and proceeded to hit the other little girl in the face. Time out and SCREAMING! I was so embarrassed. Needless to say, we left for home.
Wednesday night, time for dinner. Nope, not eating again. Pushed her plate away (almost dumping it on the floor) and SCREAMED! So, we began to "reason" with her. "If you eat your dinner, you can have some ice cream later." (Actually, more like pleading with her). Did it work? NOPE! So, we decided to get in the car and run a short errand...to Dairy Queen. We both ordered ice cream and ate it in front of her. Mean, huh? Did it help? No, not really. But, the crying and screaming did exhaust her and she slept soundly until 8:45 this morning.
Now, today is going much better. She's back to her old self, sweet and charming. She hugs us and kisses us. Caroline is playing with her puzzles (not throwing them), reading her books (not throwing them), and loving on the dogs (not squeezing and hitting them). She even decided herself that it was time for nap and asked to go to bed. Where did my child go this week? Was it a full moon? No, but I do know that when the terribleness hits again (and it will) that it is 5:00 somewhere!!!