I’m writing this post in an attempt to lighten my heart, to get the evil thoughts out of my system, because
most of the time once in a while my little son is driving me insane.
Not even two weeks ago he turned tree years old and everybody told me the terrible two stage miraculously comes to an end on the third birthday, right? 😉 Of course not. It’s getting worse. Much worse.
In an attempt to save the last bit of my sanity I’m writing down the things that are
driving me nuts bother me just a tiny little bit in the behavior of my little devil adorable, sweet little boy. And of course, after reading them you will laugh and say, hey, they are all age appropriate, that’s the stage of development he’s currently in, everything is normal and ok.
Ok for the tot maybe, but those quirks make me kick the wall (when nobody is watching). Because ‘Timan’ knows how to do things properly, he even likes to do them. Just not very often. Sigh and sigh again.
So here they are:
- I can’t sit somewhere during the day without ‘Timan’ running towards me and climbing on my lap. It doesn’t matter if he was peacefully playing with his toys somewhere else, as soon as I’m sitting he’s coming and trying to climb up. This is not funny anymore and not relaxing for Mommy. I don’t like to sip my coffee while standing around as if I was a parcel at the post office that somebody forgot to pick up. Grrrr.
- He loves to bump his head into soft body parts like my belly when I’m all relaxed. He does it like a bull and it’s really painful. And tighten my abs the whole day long may be good for my appearance, I know, but it’s so tiring. Grrrr.
- He’s taking more things and toys in his mouth than when he was 1-year old. Ok, go figure, because now, two years later he just has more toys. On top of mouthing his cars he also does it with other things like pieces of cell tape, clothespins, tubes of cream, rolls of toilet paper … the list is endless. So far he only does it with things we have at home. And he doesn’t suck his thumb. So I should be grateful, shouldn’t I? Sigh.
- He still pees next to our main entrance. As soon as I unlock the door in the morning, he shoots outside and marks his territory. Maybe we need to get a dog that takes this task away from him. 😉 And don’t get me started with our gate. This is the next place that is frequently getting his spray.
- The tantrums these days last much longer than they used to and the screeching and screaming is much higher and louder. Especially if he’s close to me and screeching with full lungs into my ear. This is so freekin painful and gives me a headache every time. Grrrr.
- He’s sometimes quite opinionated for his age. Every thing he knows better and he doesn’t accept other opinions, like mine for instance. And every time when this happens it makes me wonder: Have I taught him the wrong things? Or is this the beginning of a typical single child behavior?
- He is such a slowpoke when it comes to do things that are not his idea (brushing teeth, washing hands or getting ready and stop moving around so I can put cream on his rash for instance). But on the other hand, if he wants me to do something, it has to happen in this very second, of course.
- Only a broken car is a good car. And here I guess we have the typical issue boy vs girl. I wouldn’t say that I’m a typical ‘girl’, but I like things neat and intact. A broken toy is worth nothing to me and has to be fixed or replaced. And here I have to learn from my tot, because a broken car is all of a sudden transformed into a new toy, with a new purpose and a new name. I guess that’s also called a vivid imagination. So I’m trying to step back and let the destructive work take place to a certain extent.
‘Timan’s favorite broken ‘new’ toys with the names ‘wagon’, ‘racing’, ‘cabrio’ and ‘special’.
And having written this last section, I’m already starting to feel a little better. Maybe because ‘Timan’ is peacefully napping right now, maybe because I’m a proud mommy of a sweet little tot with such a vivid imagination that enables him to play on his own (he just doesn’t want to do it as often as I like him to) or maybe because finally we have rain here in paradise, rain that might fill up our lakes for water storage and hopefully our water will take a turn to the better within the next couple of weeks.
And by this time ‘Timan’s chlorine rash caused by the tap water might also be a nightmare from the past, I hope. Unfortunately it’s still there, maybe a little less than before, I don’t know anymore. But it’s still very itchy, even though since two weeks we are using untreated water the Hubs has to bring down in bottles from a river way up the mountains, where nobody is living. And maybe it’s not the chlorine, but something else and I have to find out what it is.
But I’m trying to give our little son all the love, cuddles and all the mommy-time he needs.
Thanks for hearing me out and reading my outburst. I guess it’s not so bad after all.
But now, please tell me it’s me, not the tot, who has the problem. The things I’ve listed, they are age appropriate, aren’t they?
What’s a little boy doing on a Sunday morning when his little friends are at home with the families, his daddy is at work and his mommy busy writing this? It’s still quiet here in paradise because everybody is sleeping or doing what people do on a lazy Sunday morning.
But ‘Timan’ is a toddler and as being a tot he has to do something. He has to learn playing by himself, doing something alone. It helps when you are able to find things to do for yourself when you are a single child. And me, I’m a mom and as being a mommy I have to encourage him to do find something he likes to do for himself.
So I open the doors, let the still refreshing airflow come in, hoping this makes him want to race. And yes, he’s going for it, without a second thought. He grabs his tricycle and …
… shoots through the bedroom ….
… passes the kitchen door …
… heads for the living room ….
… leaves through the main entrance …
… turns around towards the kitchen …
… pedals back to the bedroom …
… and races back and forth while having a blast, makes round after round, again and again, until he’s missing a corner, is hitting the bed while passing too fast, is in urgent need of a quick stop for refuelling with juice but always goes back on the track and races, races, races until the rubber is hot.
This tricycle was the very best toy we bought for his 2nd birthday and I would not give it away. Almost every day he’s riding it, indoors or outdoors, and comments it himself be telling me ‘Mommy I’m riding the trike, up and down and up and down and up and down, ‘Timan’ likes this’.
I guess soon we either have to get him his own little car or enroll him in the local gocart club, but will they take an application for a 2 1/2-year-old 😉 ?
It’s raining in Paradise. After all it’s rainy season, northeast monsoon, whatever you name it. It’s been raining off and on since days and everything is dripping wet outside. And this is good and bad at the same time, as many things in life (Just think about the cookies, I am sure you know what I mean). The pouring rain is filling up the water reservoirs, very important for everyone on the island, but at the same time it’s keeping ‘Timan’ inside and this is bad. Very bad. Bad for him and bad for me. Being a single child myself, and therefore selfish by nature ;-), I know what I’m talking about. But seriously, it’s just not so funny being locked up inside the house the whole day. I feel sorry for him. And for me too, because it’s me playing nonstop with the blocks, reading stories, cuddling with ‘Timan’ or better with his stuffed animals and making cookie dough (Graham-Cookies, which don’t taste sweet, because he doesn’t like sweets) so he can cut out his own cookies.
Sun, sun, sun, please come back, s.o.o.n. and dry up the puddles, so ‘Timan’ can run around and ride his trike outside. Did I say please?