2 year olds are a strange people. There’s just no denying that fact. I could go into all the ways this is true, but we’d be here all day, and you most likely already know anyway. I just want to hit some of the highlights from a small window of our day the other day, which lead to an early bedtime. (I have to clarify early for us means 9:15…. we’re not a normal household when it comes to sleep schedules, but it works for us.)
This day was not that far out of the norm, but it had a few extra sprinkles of toddler spirit so I thought I’d share.
We had a doctor’s appointment for the little guy and before we ever left, we had to do the godforsaken shoe dance of changing shoes 28 times, asking for a certain pair then throwing a fit when those get put on our feet, melting down into a puddle, etc.
We finally get rolling and of course, even though it’s literally only 7 minutes away, the boys fell asleep about 4 minutes in. This is never good! They have an uncanny ability to fall asleep 1-15 minutes before we arrive at our destination leaving me no pleasant options once we get there. Moments like these, I seriously contemplate the possibility of leaving the van running and just letting them sleep while I bring Luke in for the appointment, or do whatever the thing was we set out to do. The fact that I’d go to jail and lose custody of my children reminds me I just have to wake them up and endure the toddler wrath; but I’m not too proud to admit the thought enters my brain and I wish it was a possibility.
So I took a few deep breaths, warriored up and sweetly awakened my sleeping punkins. I didn’t give them time to argue and just swiftly transferred them from their car seats to the stroller. The transition went much smoother than it could have and they actually did well considering they’d only had a 3 minute nap. Hurtle number 1: jumped.
After sitting in the waiting room for a few minutes and allowing them to get out of the stroller to explore and read some magazines, they called us back. I called the round-up and headed back with my entourage of children and luggage.
Once we got in the room, the 2 year oldness made its appearance. While getting Luke’s vitals and standard beginning of an appointment stuff, the boys decided neither one could live without sitting in their own chair. I was in one holding Luke and Connor was in the other. This left Ethan with a homeless hiney and he was not happy about it. After his attempt at ordering me to move so he could sit in mine fell flat on the floor, he tried to push his way into Connor’s chair. His little frustrated toddler claws came out and like a baby bear cub he started scratching and shoving at Connor, whining for him to move while Connor screamed, “Stop it brother!!!” I informed them that their options were to take turns, share or sit in time out. After a quick countdown, Ethan chose time out. Talking to a nurse and trying to focus on her questions and provide appropriate answers did not deter me from sticking to our usual rules and method of handling incessant shenanigans. Hurdle number 2: jumped.
We plowed through that and straight into the next episode. When the nurse practitioner came in, she tried to engage the boys in small talk. They would have none of it. Everything she asked was met with a firm, “No!”
Here’s an example.
Nurse: “Hey there, are you reading a book?” (To a toddler with a book in his hand)
Connor: “NO! I not reading a book!!!”
Nurse: “Oh ok. I see you’ve got a blue mouth and hands. Did you eat something blue today?”
(I explained we did tie dye)
“Oh, you did tie dye? That sounds fun.”
Connor: “No! I no do tie dye.”
Switching gears, she says something about their matching outfits and asks me to confirm that they are twins.
I do, and Connor interjects and says, “NO!!!! I not twins!!”
You get the point. This continued on until she said something about lollipops. (Thanks for that!)
I told them that if they could behave and keep their listening ears on for the rest of the time, they could get a lollipop. It worked and they were angels the rest of the time. That is, until we got back to the van.
Each boy took 2 lollipops, one for each hand. I loaded every one up and asked Connor which one he wanted. (All 4 lollipops were green). He picks one, I open it, he says, “No, I no want that one. I want this one.” No prob, wrap it back up and give him the other identical green lollipop. Move to Ethan. He picks which one he wants and I took the other one to save for later. He immediately starts screaming like his hair is on fire and throws the lollipop at me.
Oh no he didn’t!!!
I take a breath and calmly say, “Looks like Ethan doesn’t want his lollipop.” He starts screaming and crying, asking me to get it for him and saying, “I want my lollipop now!!!” I now have one happy 2 year old and one screaming banshee. I explained to him that he had chosen to throw his lollipop which meant he did not get one today; and that he could scream all the live long day and I would not be moved.
The car ride home was fun! ☺
He forgot about the lollipop and upon arriving at home we started playing outside. I thought we had moved beyond the tantrums and could enjoy the evening together, but that 3 minute nap proved to not be enough for my precious peanuts and the toddlerness persisted. I’ll spare you every detail but just know there was a lot of 2 year old perks. For example, they wanted to ride their tricycles. They rotated between, “Mommy I need help!” and, “NO! I do it myself!” as soon as they got the help they requested. There was a lot of “put me in,” “take me out.” A lot of shoe changes, several requests to be butt naked, a few fights and wrestling matches, lots of whining, a couple “mommy hold me’s,” a dozen requests for different items, some boo boos, and LOTS of deep breaths. There were sweet moments in between, but I was very much ready for bedtime, and so were they.
We hurried through bath time and our usual night time routine, but then I tried to slow down and enjoy some good final moments of the day. I love our story time and nightly prayer so I wanted to relish that despite the frustrating evening. There were lots of snuggles and cuddles, lots of kisses and “I love you’s,” smiles and hugs. I lifted Ethan into the bed and then went for Connor.
But I lifted him a little too high and bumped his head into the ceiling fan.
O.M.G. C’mon man!!!!!
I turned the light back on and snuggled and smooched him to death feeling like a horrible mother; and then the whining started up again and I knew it was my cue to call it a day. I did another round of final kisses and apologies for the head knocking and quickly exited stage left.
Usually there’s a great lesson or nugget of wisdom I try to throw into my posts. For this one, I’m not sure what else to say other than Ya can’t win Em all folks!
Thank God that His mercies are new every morning! ☺
Here’s a few more pics from the evening just for fun!
13 thoughts on “The Two’s: Ya Can’t Win Em All”
Oh geez, totally not looking forward to the terrible twos!! Hang in there hun!
Haha! Its a blast! The good news is people say 3 is worse! 😃
The better news is today was an amazing day with no issues (except the shoes) and completely made up for the toddlerness of yesterday…so maybe I can squeeze in a post about that to counteract the terribleness of the two’s with the beauty of it too…because it’s there, even on the bad days! 😊
Oh that day sounds so familiar, although I only have one toddler. I can’t imagine how you do it all! You are awesome! I hope tomorrow is better 🙂
Oh thank you! I wrote this a day late so today was MUCH better!!! Amazing how different they can be day to day or even hour to hour…heck, minute to minute sometimes. Its all fun! 😃 Hopefully I’ll find time to write a counter post because the beauty does far outweigh the ugly 😍
You’re seriously some kind of saint–one day your boys will see it 🙂 I love your blog. It’s inspiring; I struggle with one boy some days–and he’s nowhere bear two. And the pictures for this post are great–priceless!
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Aw this gave me chills!!! Thank you so much! I so appreciate your encouragement and sweet words! Thank you thank you! ❤
Wow my days are the same but mine are 7 you just wait! My 10 yr old is a doll..sweet, kind loving, generous and all the sweet things above! But the twins….OMG I know and I’m sorry……I’ll pray 4 u
Well thanks. Honestly these kinds of days are fairly few and far between, but they are normal 2 year old boys. The sweet times far outweigh the tantrums and rough days, and even in the rough days, there’s tons of beauty! They’re kids and they’re a lot of work, always will be, but it’s worth every second.
Ok, my twin boys just turned two and I’d swear you just wrote perfectly about a typical day for us! Went to the doctor this week too, they threw an entire huge container of gold fish all over the floor. I must have had a crazy/tired face on when that happened, because the doctor just looked at me and laughed and helped me pick them up. Constant shoe changes here, usually resulting in something super stylish like white socks and sandals! Hang in there momma. It’s comforting to know we’re in the same boat!
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Haha oh yes! Good times huh!? The shoes might be the death of me…. we typically end up with one shoe of one pair and one of the other, and one of my boys mostly wants to wear MY shoes and struggles to accept that he won’t be able to get very far walking in my shoes at this point. Some days it’s cute, some days it’s ridiculous lol…just depends on the mood and how many other shenanigans there have been! Haha… we will miss this chaos some day! 😀 you hang in too, and no, you’re not alone at all!
Omg the older boys look JUST like you! And my daughter always falls asleep in the damn car right before we have to get out! Today this happened just before getting to the damn post office and I thought, “For the love of God my car is RIGHT out front. Can’t I just leave her in here for 2 minutes?!” But noooo, I would never. And then we were awake again only this time grumpy! The joys! Lol
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Haha I love it! Its frustrating we can just run in real fast anymore… I’m pretty sure have lots of memories of being left in the car for a few minutes sometimes, but always with the car running and in safe areas, and when we were old,enough to understand not to mess with anything. Youngsters in a car seat asleep when you’re right inside…seems harmless! Sucks being a good parent sometimes huh, haha! Oh the joys, you’re right! And of course they do have to wak ,up grumpy….the worst is when they started out happy, fell asleep, and now they’re angry! 😞 it’s never a dull moment! 😀
And thanks for saying they look like me!!! Makes me happy!😃