well we just celebrated Zoey’s second birthday, and in true textbook fashion, she rounded that age corner like a tornado. Suddenly bath time is hell, and bedtime is hell’s cousin. And dinner? Oh man… Dinner is exhausting. She went from being a pretty easy going kid most of the time to being the equivalent of pleading with a drunk college kid who doesn’t know any better.
She demands to do things herself- great! But then screams bloody murder because she needs help, but then screams even louder because whatever she needed help with is “mine!” She yells at the dog for merely existing, and full on melt down if a fly buzzes by her briefly.
The plus side of these changes I’m seeing is that she is discovering her surroundings in a way I’ve yet to see until now. She feels pride in accomplishments and shows more understanding suddenly in my sentences.
It’s crazy how within days she has changed so much.
Everyone keeps saying “three is worse!”
Ugh only time will tell.