Wednesday, October 2, 2013

We had one of those days.

The other day, we had one of those days.

During our earlier-morning appointment, Little Man showed that he was probably going to be having a two year old day.  He didn't really want to listen or do anything other than play that morning.  The latter isn't a bad thing, just somewhat difficult when we're attempting to do something other than just play - which we were on that specific day.

Little Lady also had some emotions going on that day, although hers were more easily appeased by some babywearing and nursing.

After our appointment, I decided that it would be a good idea to make one more stop on our way home.

I know.  But I had to try, right?

So off we went to the craft store to pick up a few supplies.  Little Lady snuggled in, content and happy, on my back.  Little Man seemed placated by the fact that we could walk through a few of the Christmas aisles, but when we got to the last few aisles of fall decor {where I wanted to stop and look} he became frustrated.  I figured we could pass through the Christmas aisles like he wanted first and then loop back to the fall items, but no dice.

Thankfully - or so I thought - we then hit a few end caps full of car and auto themed decorative accessories and we were back into the land of quite loud sadness.

I suppose I should take credit for that one, because rolling a two year old boy past cars he's unable to play with or take home isn't frequently conducive to rainbows and puppies.  So, maybe not quite so fair or realistic that it would be a happy stroll through that section of the store.

When it was time to leave the section of cars, Little Man decided he did not want to leave.  And, because we've been talking so much lately about potty training and going #2 in the potty, he also decided he wanted to bargain.  Even though I knew he didn't have to use the bathroom at that point, he started yelling at the top of his lungs,

"MAMA!  Pooooooo POOOO in the potty!  Get CAR!  POOOOO!"


Unfortunately for me, that lasted for about five minutes before he realized that I was not going to buy him a car until he produced said number in the potty.

Once we got back to the car, for the most part everyone was ready to go home.  During the short drive, everyone was happy and calm.  This lasted partially through lunch and then the troops realized nap time was about to come - which means that instead of playing again there would be sleeping.  So, not as fun.  Also, Little Lady was extra uncomfortable and grinding her teeth throughout the entire meal, no matter what I did to help her to feel more comfortable or distract her.

One of those days where the thumb doesn't leave the mouth.
While both kids were napping, I decided to take a nap as well.  Even though I typically can keep my patience fairly well, that day was NOT one of those days.  By that point I was frazzled, frustrated, and tired - but hopeful that a quick refresh for myself would help me to get everyone through the afternoon, especially since days that start this way often end even more challenging.

But then a funny thing happened.

When Little Lady woke up, all she wanted to do was snuggle into me.  And then Little Man woke up, and his face lit up with a huge smile when I went to get him from his nap.  It was a really great re-start to the day for all of us.

A little later in the afternoon, Little Man stubbed his toe while running around our couch.  Instead of displaying a typical toddler frustration at that point and getting really angry, he had the opposite reaction in that he ran straight to me, yelling for me the whole way.

"Mama!  Kiss my toe!  Kiss my toe!"

It was adorable and funny and sad and so sweet all at the same time as he urgently required my fix to his ouchie.  After I was able to kiss his toe and make it better, he curled up into my lap and snuggled for a minute or two before hopping right back up to playing.

Later that evening as I was changing Little Lady's diaper before bedtime, Little Man came up to me and said, "Mama, I need hold you."  He gave me a huge hug and when he pulled away he stood in front of me for a moment playing with my hair.  After a second he looked up, told me he loved me, and gave me a huge grin.

That puddle?  Yep.  That's me.  I melted.

I know that we're going to have rough days with a toddler.  I know that some people say it gets worse before it gets better.  I know that it's natural and in the wiring of small children to test their limits to learn, even though it can be so hard on parents some days.

But even on those days, there is no one I'd rather be than the mother to these beautiful babies.

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1 comment:

  1. I feel the same way. Even the hard days are beautiful when they're spend with our precious babes.


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