I cherish every single day with my child and in those few rare moments where she isn't my most favorite person in the world, I quickly go back to her days in the hospital and just like that...she's top notch again.
People always warn you about the toddler years and how the terrible twos will challenge you...I thought for sure, not my Harlow. She's so sweet. And quiet. And obedient.
And then she turned two. It was like clockwork. Tantrums began. Bawling over anything and everything. Frequently losing the ability to fetch things on her own. Disagreeing with me at every turn and a sudden independence that I wasn't quite prepared for.
I respect a girl who knows what she wants and I fully understand how certain things are simply superior to their generic competitors, however, there are days when I can't tell if Harlow is selective or battling OCD.
Case and point, the Sippy cup. Like many moms, I bought a variety of brands and styles, as the second you assume your toddler will like one type, they sure as hell will refuse it. $200 later, we settled on the Nuk Sippy. We all know I'm not a huge fan of the color pink, so I bought a few cups that were green with pink lady bugs and a few that were blue with turtles. At first it was smooth sailing.
Then came the urges
Tell me I'm not alone on this one.
Harlow gnaws down on the plastic nipple part super hard and grunts and grinds her teeth around.
Please, for the love of God, tell me I'm not alone on this one.
Said urges, cause additional holes and new leakage from the cup. This is not acceptable to Miss Priss.
She must have taken her anger out on the lady bug cups in particular, because now they just won't do. In her crying fits of rage for "Milky," I have been dumb enough to offer her the pink cup.
What the hell was I thinking?!
If I'm lucky enough to dodge the cup as it comes flying at my face, in return, I get to experience 5-20 minutes of pure unhappiness and frustration. (Sometimes from both of us).
Super Nanny would tell me I'm crazy. That if a child is really thirsty, they will drink from whatever cup is offered. That it is absolutely ridiculous that parents adhere to their child's behavior and exchange the "wrong" cup for the "right" one.
And I would agree. However...
Some may call it laziness, but there are times when it is simply easier to give in and find that damn blue Sippy.
Harlow has smartened up and now requests "blue Milky". She also let's me know that she wants it "heavy" which means full. The repercussions of presenting a half full Sippy cup are dangerous.
Other fun facts I'm quickly learning from my toddler:
She suddenly insists on wearing "big girl panties"... Over her diaper
Thomas the Train is her Número Uno, with Curious George running in at a close second.
She agrees that big girls don't need Pacis, therefore she isn't a big girl yet.
Time goes by at snail speed when I can't get the Apple TV to turn on quick enough
The "quick wash" cycle actually takes 10 years when her Blankie is being washed.
"Poo poo" also means "pee pee"
Coloring with her consists of her telling me where I can sit, what color I can use and where on the paper I'm allowed to draw. Any alterations to this will result in fury.
Harlow has two bedrooms. "Harlow's room" and "our room". When I've asked her why she doesn't sleep in her bed, she says "because I sleep with you".
Any article of clothing that has polka dots on it, resembles Minnie Mouse. She loves to sleep in her Minnie pjs.
Rain or shine. Winter or summer. Appropriate or not. The red Hunter boots are 9 out of 10 times, the ONLY accepted footwear.
Any food that she doesn't like is considered "too spicy".
Her baby dolls MUST have real milk. Pretending isn't acceptable and water is even worse. And as you guessed it, her dolls only like "blue milky" too.
When I do finally reprimand her and threaten to put her in the corner, she bats her eyes (on command) and compliments me. Sometimes they are odd compliments. The other day she said, "mommy, I like your arm. It's really pretty".
I'm so screwed.
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