Terrible Twos

I wanted to blog document something - all parents/caregivers to toddlers can relate to this - I just witnessed a 15-20 minute temper tantrum that ended with Colin vomiting on the floor. He literally cried so hard he made himself puke. Call it a hunch, but I think we are approaching the terrible twos I've heard so much about.

You can't seem to rationalize with a toddler near the age of two. We were "arguing" over Colin wanting to eat a popsicle for breakfast and I said "no" (like any good, sensible parent would say). Nothing could comfort him, no cheesy song and dance, not even a good bribe. Usually cartoon time will turn any frown upside down. Not this time. Not even Mickey, Daisy, Donald or Goofy could help me. Colin was furious with me, and I was determined to stay strong. This is when I started to hear cries and screams turn into dry heaves and well, you know what happens next. :)

I know I'm not the first parent to witness such a thing. Lord help me if this continues to happen over the course of the second year. I think I'm going to blame it on Colin waking up on the wrong side of the crib. It happens to the best of us, right? Sigh, I'm SO in for the terrible twos!

The Great Pack and Play Escape

All Colin's climbing practice has provided him with excellent upper body strength, coordination, and sense of balance. Translation = Colin can now flee any Pack and Play with ease. What does this mean for me? Oh s#$%, now what? A toddler bed with a padlock? A size 2T straight jacket? A baby monitor with infrared motion detection? I hope Babies R Us sells such a thing!!!

Let me describe Colin's "Great Escape"...

It all happened during nap time. I was staying at my parents house this week. I put Colin in his PnP and jumped into the shower thinking I had an hour or so to bathe, eat lunch, nap, etc. WRONG. When I was toweling off and about to dry my hair, I heard Colin playing up stairs (Note: Colin's room is down stairs). Not believing my ears, I ran into Colin's room only to find an empty PnP. Heart racing, I rushed up the stairs, dripping wet in my towel, to discover Colin casually talking to my mom during her afternoon conference call. OMG!

Colin had successfully accomplished the following: scaled the PnP, opened the bedroom door, and climbed the stairs all by himself. He then communicated to my mom that he had a "stink" "poo" and he needed "help" - all while "knocking" at his diaper (this is now the universal sign to open something). At this point I exploded in laughter, totally unable to punish Colin for his mischief. Even my mom had to prematurely end her conference call.

The Great Escape was a great effort to get a clean diaper. Can you blame him?