Wednesday, 03 August 2011
So I started my new job, looking after three new children, a week before the youngest's second birthday. He would have an odd tantrum here and there when his mummy left for work, as he is very clingy to her, but then after a minute or so he'd calm down watching Peppa Pig, Ben and Holly or Dora. After that things were grand.
His birthday fell on a Monday this year, and on the Saturday before we went shopping to get him some presents and balloons. Well, let me tell you guys this, it was like he realised he was turning two suddenly.
On the way out of the shop to the car he had the biggest tantrum me, the kids, and his mommy have ever seen. There was kicking, screaming, crying, pinching, biting -everything. Other parents looked our way and grinned when they saw the big '2' balloon and saw Marty in her arms. It was very amusing, but boy did he hurt your ears.
And ever since then the tantrums have really kicked in big time! It's like he had some sort of clock that was counting down inside him that announced he was close to two, and we should prepare for meltdown.
It's now a war zone in the house between the children, and I stand there trying to dodge the bullets as things kick off when someone doesn't get their way. To some, that scenario might sound like a nightmare and people might think, what the hell am I doing or that I'm over-exaggerating, but I've learned that kids argue and fight. If anything, being here has made me remember everything I did as a child in terms of arguments with my own brother and sister.
In fact, here the kids have the same gender and age difference between each other as I did with my younger brother and sister. Sometimes I just have to stand there and try not to laugh as they get into fights, and I remember something along the same lines that I did with my sister all those years ago.
And I've learned, of course, that distraction is the key to everything. Take something from him that he can't have, give him something he can have that he might find just as entertaining. Or, if it comes down to the last resort put him in front of the tv to watch Peppa, Ben and Holly, or Dora. He loves loves shows, and they calm everything right down.
So that is what I've experienced and learned entering the terrible two stages with a child that is not my own.
What have you learned upon entering the dangerous zone of the terrible twos? Is it worse that you imagined or better?