Does this picture look a familiar site? For us it's a daily one. The positive is that I am home a lot more because I can't be bothered dealing with this every time we get back into the car. On this particular occasion you can see the man hands don't belong to me and are those of my hubby Cam. I'm the one snapping away, documenting the experience to share with you whilst enjoying the moment with a smile. With a husband who works long hours in the city and misses these daily cherished moments, the weekends are all about 'caring is sharing'. So one very booked up day of in and out the car, guess who I assigned the job of clipping in Frankie? Yes, day off for me!
I'm sure most of you will agree, it's one thing to constantly explain or 'nag' as they kindly word it from the dictionary for husbands, that no matter how exhausted you look or dramatic your story is, they will never get it until they experience it. It is even better when you are given the response of "Well they never do that with me". Go ahead, let's test your theory out then. As you can see in Picture 1, the test failed, hence the smiling from me.
I can't stand reading about 'the terrible two's' because I don't think it has been accurate for any of my kids. I don't even think terrible toddlers really works either so I am renaming it terrible tantrums because generally when my kids are on the verge of doing me over, it's with their own special set of pychoes. From back chat, clipping in a car seat, eating dinner, tidying the bedroom to wearing what has been picked out already, there is a tantrum for all. My kids also seem to think that when you are at a shopping centre there is a bonus prize for the biggest one. I'm pretty sure we go past what the problem or want is, to seeing how many people they can gather as onlookers. It is amazing how many people in a shopping centre have never had kids of their own to be so concerned for my child flipping themselves into unique yoga positions in the middle of the walk way. Please tell me nosey person what your secret is to having children so perfect they have never spat the dummy, that you have to stare at mine in such disgust. Do people think I am actually enjoying this moment or planned it out? Oh look at my darling child rubbing snot all over the floor and banging her feet like a horizontal Irish dancer. Thank you nosey person for sharing this moment with me.
Children can start their terrible tantrums at any age. So new parent reading this, don't freak out about the up and coming 2 year old tantrum season. I don't want to jinx you but you may discover them sooner. I was either lucky or naive because with Jack, I completely missed tantrums during his toddler years. at 21 months and the arrival of a new sister, I thought we would start them for sure but nothing. My golden child stayed golden and everyone commented and I thought I had completely scored.... but then he turned 5. Um excuse me, no one told me that was going to happen and I think I would prefer the toddler version. 5 going on 15 and it was on like donkey kong! Yes you will clean up your room, yes we are going to the shops, no you cannot have a nerf gun and join the army. Arms crossed and I'm so angry at you emotions were flying at me but I stayed completely calm, pinned a sticker chart to the fridge and I saw the light once again. (for 20 minutes)
Miss Eva Diva was a little more switched on and from the moment she could hold her head up she was letting everyone know she ruled. Just when you think you know what you are doing second time around, you might not. Cam and I stared down the giant lungs of this baby girl wondering if we had maybe hurt her or not fed her enough to make her scream like she was in a horror movie. Jack never really cried like that before and Eva was yet to stop so you could imagine our confusion. Eva's tantrums matured with her age and when she began to talk we wished for the crying back. Mariah Carey is famous for her 5-octave vocal range... I think Eva has 6.
And there's our little Franklin. 99% of the time he gives you nothing. Sitting through swimming lessons, ballet classes, grocery shopping, school drop off's and more, this little chillaxed human being makes for a very easy number three. However two years into his lovely life of patiently waiting, having things taken off him by his siblings and rolling with life very differently to how number one did, I think he is finally starting to snap. No more Mr. Patient Guy. I will now stick out my stomach so you can't put me in my car seat, I will squeal until glass breaks if you try and take something off me, I will sleep in the middle of your bed, I will yell as loud as I can up and down the aisles of Woolworths, I will throw the food I don't want to eat on the floor and I will keep you from enjoying mum time instead of going to sleep. Take that suckers! ... Well this is what I think he's trying to tell us anyway.
So our third child has finally graduated to the terrible tantrums. Get in line and join the club I say! High Five's to you lovely mummas in the shopping centres watching your child have a meltdown. Don't worry about your nosey audience and if you see someone going through the same, keep walking or reassure them you go through the same.