Little C Update: The Age of the Tyrant

It’s time for a Little C update. I feel like we haven’t done one in a while, and things are always changing with her.

So this age. Two and a half. The age of the asshole.

Right around the time that Little C hit that two and a half year mark, everything suddenly went haywire. Our normally happy, sweet little lady woke up one day and realized that she was completely missing out on capitalizing on her ‘Terrible Twos’ and promptly made the decision to make up for those 6 months of adorable baby bliss. Enter the bossy, angry, whiny, cranky Little C. Now don’t get me wrong, I love her to death. She is smart and empathic and loving, she is the light of my life and my best friend, but WOW. I have never had to use timeouts as much as I do now. I tell her no, she does it anyways. I ask her not to kick Dexter cat, she attempts to step on him instead. The only thing that pacifies me is the fact that all of my mom friends with kids Little C’s age are dealing with the same stuff: talking back, pushing limits, tantrums, etc. I have to believe that this is just a phase. In an effort to focus on the fun changes and humorous things the babe does, I have compiled a list of the latest Little C antics.

  • Recently if you ask her how old she is, she says seven eighteen…clearly already into her teenage years.
  • She is totally into the princess phase (thank you, Frozen). She loves anything that has to do with princesses, and wants to wear ball gowns 24/7. We recently had to buy her a new princess dress because her Minny Mouse dress was worn so many times it literally came apart at the seams-seriously it fell to pieces.
  • The babe is potty trained except for at night, but as of the last two weeks has been refusing to wear underwear and demanding to have her pull-ups. Not sure what that is about.
  • Speaking of potties, she likes to come with me to the bathroom when I go pee and demands that I allow her to wipe my butt (I have not given in yet). She also tells me “good job, mommy” and offers to help me pull up my pants.
  • I would like to wean her but have no clue how and am sort of scared to considering her moods lately.
  • She is obsessed with pancakes. OBSESSED. At night sometimes when I’m trying to get her down she will suddenly sit up and demand breakfast. Trader Joe’s has some awesome gluten-free and dairy-free frozen pancakes that are now a staple in our house. She is also crazy over eggs or “eggies” and ketchup. She pretty much eats breakfast for every meal.
  • Her lovely friendship with Daisy is still going strong. Every morning now Daisy climbs up to be near Little C while she nurses, and will cry until Little C pets her. They like to snuggle in blankets together. So cute. Little C has also taken to defending Daisy from Dexter, and if Dexter is acting out towards Daisy, Little C tries to kick him. She tells me “It’s ok mom, I kick him”. We have discussed MULTIPLE times that kicking is not an acceptable form of punishment, but yeah. The kicking is continuing no matter how many timeouts she gets for doing it.
  • We adopted a goldfish named Dorothy (after Elmo’s Dorothy, obviously). When our neighbors moved they gave us miss Dorothy, and Little C takes great pleasure in feeding her fish flakes every evening. She also alerts me when Dexter is trying to eat Dorothy (we have a cover over her bowl) but that doesn’t stop him from trying to get her through the glass.
  • Little C also loves feeding the kitties although most of their kibble ends up on the floor. It’s the thought that counts, right?
  • She is bossy with a capital “B”. She knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it, and has no problem with telling me exactly how everything should be done.
  • Her latest thing is gum. We aren’t sure how she even found out what gum is or who taught her how to chew it, but she LOVES gum. When we pick her up from school we have to have a pack in hand or she gets really upset. Like REALLY upset. She likes to nibble tiny pieces off of it, chew for a minute or two, then demands that I reach back so that she can spit the chewed gum into my hand. If we are at home, she generally spits the pieces into the trashcan, although recently she was sitting in bed with Daisy cat and I found six small bits of chewed bubblegum arranged on our white bedspread. Awesome.  I tell myself that at least it’s sugar-free and dye-free and is supposed to help clean teeth….so it can’t be the end of the world, right? RIGHT?
  • She is totally uninterested in most food but she loves sugar. Anything sweet and she is down. The other day walking back from the pool she told me “Mommy I need my chocolate cake!” and was adamant that we had some in the house. Mind you there has never been chocolate cake in our house, but try telling that to a two year old who truly believes that it’s there.

So there you have it. An update on the babe and life. Exhausting but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love that tiny person, even when she is behaving like the next Mussolini.