So after finally reaching the end of the twos for my youngest daughter we have now moved into that familiar territory with my son.
I had a feeling they were approaching with his ever more prominent shouts of MINE!!! and mood swings. Yesterday rubber stamped it for me at soft play hell (as I loving call it) :)
The day had started well he'd already cried over a piece of toast and a toy that had been moved an inch from him.
Really my mummy signals should have said 'no he's not in the mood lets stay at home' but the dam soft play place does THE best bacon barm you can ever imagine so we had to go.
We arrived, the kids went different directions, I ordered the heavenly butty and things went well.... Until the hubs said mr Fred had done something smelly and could I sort it...
So I picked him up and the blood curdling scream started with a nice mixture of back arching and feet kicking.
It carried on and I whipped off his nappy to see nothing!!! It was the kid next to him... So I got the wriggling, screaming, kicking mass dressed but an almighty sulk continued with Lying face down on the floor crying, dirty looks you name it he was going for it and that was just the hubs (only kidding)
We gave him a drink and distracted him and away he went...down the big slide and then decided to climb back up the slide.
I picked him up and bam the tantrum flared again but about twice as bad as before. It was horrid, I had to leave and mr Fred turned up the game and did the ridged 'I'm not going in THAT buggy alive' stint.
Everyone was watching me I could feel their eyes burning into the back of my head, The final straw was him pulling my hair as I srapped him in.
I retreated with my tail between my legs and headed for home.
Welcome back terrible twos... How I loathe thee... leave my children alone!!!!
