Of patience, that is. I ran out today.
It started fine. They’re starting to sleep slightly later (knock on everything), we had a fine morning. They took a short AM nap, but that’s also fine. We went to our Tuesday drop-in play space, and the parachute was a huge hit. They ran back and forth underneath, tons of fun.
It started to go south at lunchtime. I suppose they were hungry, since they had largely refused their snacks. So there were hunger-related meltdowns. Then, naptime, there was some unusual serious screaming. Finally they went down, slept for a respectable amount of time.
Rebecca woke up crying. Not a good thing. We came down, more picky snack stuff, Daniel didn’t want his milk or his graham cracker. An errand was nixed, as were my plans to play in the yard when I realized it was raining. So we were inside. And there was screaming. And toy stealing. And head-butting. And oh-my-god-more-screaming.
As much fun as this age is, and it really is, we’re also going through some annoying stuff. Sudden toy posessiveness, quick to get frustrated, and the introduction of purposeful aggression (mostly Rebecca pushing or head-butting Daniel if he dares come within a three-foot radius of whatever she’s playing with). I even put on the Sprout channel this afternoon, but that only held their attention for a short period of time. Since they don’t generally watch much TV, it doesn’t seem all that interesting to them, I guess. By about 4:30, I was just plain out of patience. Daniel was following me around, screaming. Or sitting, and screaming. Rebecca was bringing me book after book, but leaving after one page to get a new one, and going ape-shit if I didn’t immediately switch stories. Ugh.
On the one hand, I know this is a phase. Kids go through cranky phases. But it also suggested two needs for surviving this winter. For one, we are going to need some real snowsuits and boots or something, because I cannot let a little thing like snow keep us inside. Being cooped up for a single afternoon was enough to demonstrate that leaving the playroom is key for all of our sanity.
For another, it reminds me that I’m about to enter the age where I actually have to think about things like behavior and discipline. They’re a little young, yet, but it’s coming. Anyone have suggestions for techniques and/or books regarding the young toddler set? I don’t know that they’re quite ready for time-outs and everything, but I feel as though it’s time to start reading up…
Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up with a new store of patience for the day. And maybe it’ll even last through dinner. I can hope.