She was zooming around the field and running full bore into me. I told her to stop because it hurt. This was her reaction.
And as I followed her around (to get a picture), she kept her back to me and kept pouting.
I think her issue was she couldn’t get her shoes off while the tutu was down and of course she didn’t want to sit down or ask for help.
This is a typical 15-minute time period of any given day.
Welcome to my world. I see stuff like this on a daily—and sometimes hourly—basis.
And then…happy again!
Katie is great at taking her clothes off if it’s her idea. But even then, sometimes she gets stuck.
Katie has started whining about not wanting to take a nap…when I’ve said nothing of the sort. This was after I told her no about some random thing.
I accidentally took the video with SLO-MO on, so I edited it to put her big “I DON’T WANT TO TAKE A NAP” in slo-mo at the beginning. 🙂
I’m still working on how to get the real video with no slo-mo.
Edit: here it is, except it got cropped.
She couldn’t get her shoes off.
I wouldn’t let her go outside with Maggie.
Katie was in rare Terrible Twos form today. One of those “if your brother had acted this way, we wouldn’t have had you” days. I know it was bad because normally I just get frustrated…but today, Tom was right there with me. I think she had at least four time-outs, but it was probably more like five or six…with many minor tantrums and fits along the way. Here are a few choice moments.
Owen: 2-4-6-8
Me: What comes next?
Owen: 10?
Me: Yes. Where did you learn that?
Owen: In two school!
Friends are coming to stay for a few days. The daughter is about Owen’s age and he’s REALLY been looking forward to it.
Owen: It’s Tuesday! Emily’s coming today!
Me: Yes. Please pick up these toys.
Owen: Katie, please pick up the toys. Emily doesn’t like a messy room.
Owen: Mom, I wish we had gramma’s ingredients for lunch.
Me: What are her ingredients?
Owen: Square crackers with cheese melted on them. [Triscuits and creamy havarti cheese.]
Owen: Mom, TJ is big enough.
Me: What do you mean big enough?
Owen: He’s like parents.
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At the pool playing with the rings with other kids around.
Katie: [Throws a ring] Go get it Owee! [Throws a ring] Go get it daddy! [Throws a ring] Go get it boy.
Katie hasn’t been able to open her bedroom door yet. This morning I walked down the hall to check on the kids since it was later than normal.
Katie: [From behind her door] Can Katie come out please?
We were driving to the pool (about 150 yards away) and on a whim I put Katie in my lap—she usually (obviously) sits in her rear-facing car seat.
Katie, as we’re driving down the road and she’s looking out the front: WHOAAAA! This is crazy!
Not too bad, granted, but she’s like this on and off ALL DAY EVERY DAY.
Katie is repaying Owen’s no-terrible-twos in spades. He basically skipped the terrible twos…so of course we’re getting it twofold with Katie. Holy crap.
I can’t even remember what this was about (I think I just wanted her to come upstairs to get dressed). But these little tantrums happen multiple times daily. (This isn’t the best showcase video, however, because it doesn’t show her stomping her feet or throwing/kicking things or screaming.)