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DON’T KISS ME MUMMY!
I should have seen it coming. The signs were clear. It was the little things at first; refusing to come to the dinner table without moaning, muttering “it not fair” at the tiniest request from her mother. But I was naive. Blinkered to the fact my child is but two years old.
The stark truth revealed itself last weekend. When asked what she wanted for Christmas, rather than shouting, “CHOC CHOC MUMMY!”, my two year old clearly stated, “Justin Bieber CD”. And there was a definite eye-roll in there somewhere.
In the car yesterday, as I went to insert her nursery rhyme CD, Frog quickly chirped from the back, “No Mummy. I want Nicki Minaj.”
Then it was the clothes. “I NOT wear Boden Mummy! I want GLITTER!” shouted my two year old, as I suggested she pull on her warm bodywarmer.
At bedtime, “IT TOO EARLY MUMMY!”. Coaxing her into the carseat, “I NOT BABY”.
But the final straw came this evening as I encouraged her into her pyjamas. “I do it myself Molly,” came the reply. “Molly?” I was shocked. “Yes. Molly. That your name,” came the retort.
If this is what it’s like now, how the hell am I going to survive the next decade?!
LOL, cute and funny but I know its not when you are on the receiving end. My two year old has taken to calling me ‘babe’ like his dad. He also knows what music he likes. His vocabulary and speech is not as extensive as your daughter’s but he knows the sound he likes. He usually says ‘no’ to everything that is not urban and has a good base, lol. Like you I’m wondering what the next few years will bring.
You had me at “good base”. Oh dear!
All I would say is that now sounds like the time for the ‘positive choice’ strategy – are you going to put your bodywarmer on by yourself or do you want me to help you..? sort of questions. She then believes (mwahahahaha) that she is making the ‘choice’ and you win every time. Still (sometimes) works with the Cheetah Keeper and he’s 5 AND A HALF (please, do not forget the half) although he does come in of a morning and say “good morning Jenny” and in my bleary eyed state I fail to realise he’s talking to me…
*Banks “positive choice” strategy*
LOL’d at “Molly”. I’m with you but without the words. Just “Aaaahhhhhh!” which means “Figure out what I mean!”
I promise you… it gets worse. Sorry!
Welcome to my world !!!!
Yes but your world involves an actual teenager so it’s understandable!
I want Jayme my mummy #smartchick
I love her!! Let’s swap
Fantastic – you can have my little boy instead if you want – NOTHING is right at the moment, no matter what I do…think year one is a step too far
I may as well break it to you now: it gets better between ages 4-7 then gets worse. Much worse.
You are a beacon of hope and light in my toddlager infused world. I don’t know how I’d carry on without you, really! *sobs*
I’ve been blaming my daughter’s age, the fact that she is now a big sister and still getting used to her new status, teething, disturbed sleep, and illness for her teenage-esque behaviour. But now I know. It’s just our daughters’ parallel lives striking again!
You’re not alone. Believe me. I’m going through it all with you!x
I’m absolutely convinced our girls are one and the same. Is yours about 3 foot tall with fair hair and big innocent eyes too?!
I have one just like this, I call her my toddleteen! Madness!! x
Oh I like “toddleteen”. Catchy. x
Haha! I am having exactly the same problem with Iyla, although she hasn’t called me Jess yet! She is so bossy and storms around the place barking orders at me and Dad2BabyInsomniac! If you don’t do as she says then you get shouted at, I’ve heard 3 year olds are worse as well! x
They’re little madams aren’t they?!