The so-called ‘terrible twos’ have hit our household.
I thought this would be something I could deal with quite well – I mean, if I can command the attention and successfully discipline 60 odd school children at one time, surely I can deal with one little, almost two year old girl, right?
Wrong.
I find myself caught in her manipulative, sticky web every time.
I either:
1) laugh hysterically at what she’s doing (running down the hallway with just her Elmo slippers on when she should be getting into her pj’s)
2) join in with what she’s doing (jumping up and down on the couch, making tidal waves in the bath) or;
3) find myself beaten and almost in tears with frustration because she just does, not, listen (“Finn does not eat sultanas Milla”, “Finn does not need his nose picked Milla”, “Finn doesn’t like paste in his hair Milla”).
My blonde haired, blue eyed Toddzilla sure makes life interesting, challenging, and oh so good!

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