Terrible Twos Tales – A Day in a Toddler’s Life


Originally Posted 18 November 2015

Here is another one from my series of Terrible Twos Tales. I was recently reminded of the episode of Mummy, Toddler and The Stairs so decided that it’s time for another tale!

Maya is now three and a half and we have left the terrible twos behind us (even though we still get a few reminders now and then…) but it seems that we’ve finally passed this stage. But of course just when you think it’s all over and your preschooler actually starts to communicate with you in a more or less civilised way rather than just throwing herself on the floor, there is the next generation of Terrible Twos Troublemakers ready to fill the vacancy… And all of this before he has even turned two…

Leo is now 22 months old and has documented a day in his life for us:

Just a regular day in my toddler-life

It’s 3am and something has woken me up. I’m not sure what it is so I scream for Mama as she will surely get me out of my prison bed (what is it with these bars?) and let me sleep (or play) in her warm and cozy bed…. But guess what, Mama turns up and she actually has the nerve to simply give me a cuddle and then… wait for it… PUT ME BACK INTO MY BED! Really???!!! Well I’m not having any of this so I will scream and scream until she comes back! Honestly who does she think she is??

7am: I wake up, open my eyes and shout Mama, Maammmaaaa, Maaaaammmmmaaaaaa! I told her before that by the third time she is in serious trouble so usually she gets to me quite quickly.

Then she gets me out of my prison bed and the annoying bit starts…. “No I don’t want to take my lovely warm and cozy pajamas and my wet nappy off! How dare you?” I tell her (she doesn’t always understand) and “no, I don’t want a new nappy! And I certainly don’t want to put on any day time clothes, socks or slippers!!! I need my feet to be free!!!

7.45am: I love breakfast time! And I love porridge by I absolutely HATE bibs. What’s the point of them anyway? They are in my way! And by the way Mama, I told you, I didn’t need any clothes on so if you had listened to me then you wouldn’t have to be worried about me getting them dirty! I love my Mama but I wish she would pay attention sometimes…

 

8.20am: it’s time to drop my sister off at nursery and I am supposed to go in the buggy but obviously I want to walk! This is really unfair! If we would just leave, let’s say 30 minutes earlier I could really enjoy my morning stroll, pick up lovely stones and leaves that I find and open and close every gate that we pass…

9am – 11.20am I have a really nice time playing with Mama. I like helping her so I do everything she does (but much better of course). I’m sparing you the details of another nappy change but you probably get the picture by now… I don’t want it, she wants it, I scream and run away.

Sometimes we go swimming, to the place with all the books or other places where there are lots of kids. I like running and climbing and Mama has finally understood that going to the place where you get all the food is not really an acceptable activity for an energetic young man like me!

11.20am: we are leaving to pick up my sister from nursery. Again Mama wants me to be in that buggy… she just doesn’t learn. I’m now getting pretty hungry as well so I make sure she knows that!

Lunchtime: Mama has finally understood that I don’t need a bib and will just wash my jumper after lunch. Good girl Mama!

1pm: it’s nap time and I’m really tired but I don’t want to sleep and I don’t want to be in my prison bed! I get out all the books from the bookshelf so Mama can read all of them to me. That will keep her busy for a while! Unfortunately she hasn’t forgotten about the nap and puts me in my bed so I throw anything that is in there on the floor and scream. Then my eyes get really heavy and I fall asleep.

3pm: I wake up and I’m in a VERY bad mood. Stupid nappy change again. Stupid socks, shoes. Stupid everything! I shout and scream, I smack things over my sister’s head but it still doesn’t make me feel better. I want Mama to pick me up so I can smack her too but she doesn’t like that so she puts me on the sofa and gives me biscuits. Sometimes that helps… sometimes it makes me more angry…

3.30pm: My mood is getting slightly better but it’s buggy time again so I might just have another tantrum… but this time we go to the playground so that’s ok. I like going on the slide 100 times at least! I also like going on the swing!

Generally I also like things that move and make a sound when you put a coin in… It just always takes sometime to convince Mama to get out her coins! My sister helps me with this one. She is really good at that!

4pm if we are not out we are at home and my sister and I are fighting over… well anything really… sometimes I push her and when she pushes back I cry and Mama tells her off. That’s fun! Sometimes I get told off but I just ignore it. My sister always does really fun stuff and I really want to do the same and she usually won’t let me! That makes me very angry! Really really angry…

 

5pm: dinner time! No need for a bib at the end of the day as jumper number 2 can also go in the wash!

6pm: bath time. I love bath time… And I especially love throwing myself into the water with a big splash, throwing myself onto my sister and experimenting with emptying little containers full of water out onto the bathroom floor. Oh yes and before I get into the bath I also like throwing things in to see if they can swim… most of them can’t… still working on testing my mum’s phone. I’ll get there…

After the bath Mama tries to put a nappy and my pajamas on me but I just want to be naked! So obviously I scream and run away!

7pm: I’m having my milk and then I need to brush my teeth which I love. It’s funny and it tickles! Then I like to clean the house with my toothbrush… Mama is just not very good at cleaning so I have to do it for her. 

7.30pm: it’s bedtime… well that’s what Mama says! I like to play hide and seek with my sister! Then I get a story (or a few) and a song (or a few) and then I like to chat until I fall asleep. Yes that’s right. I’m a little Angel (sometimes).  

some time during the night: something stupid has woken me up again so I shout for Mama to get me out and hope she will not just fob me off again with a cuddle and put me back to bed… but this time Papa turns up! So I just close my eyes and go back to sleep.

 

 

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  1. LOL – this made me feel so much better after a nightmare journey walking home from nursery with my 2 year old and 3 year old !!!!

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