I’ve long postulated that my kids never went through what many parents call the “terrible twos”. Owlie has been no exception. He was a delight to be with a two, and even more fun at three.
Now we are at four and the King of the World is making things a little difficult around these parts.
Yes, it’s true. He’s turning on me.
Actually, he’s turning on all of us. In the past few weeks there has been screaming, crying, biting, hitting, scratching, and many a time out. The siblings are done with it, giving me looks multiple times a day that say, “Seriously?” The past two nights I have found myself relieved to put my boy to bed. That is new to me with this fellow. In four years I haven’t felt like that.
I know, I know. We’ve had an unusual Summer. It’s hard to get back to normal after being a travelling band of gypsies. But really, it’s a bit ridiculous and I am weary.
Owlie doesn’t like it when the big kids call him the baby or a baby. He keeps insisting that he’s a Big Boy and not a baby. But he acts like a baby. I am ready for the Big Boy behavior to start showing up.
How about you? Was four hard for you? Any great advice you’d like to offer up? You’d never guess I’d done this three other times!