He sat up without ever doing any tummy times, started cruising even before he crawled, and then ran everywhere the moment he found his footing. He basically met many milestones which did not conform to the regular updates which was stated on many parenting or baby sites.
Now he's turning two, and is trying his hardest to introduce us to the world of teenage angst, leaving us to deal with it the best way we possibly can. BabyMoo has always been what people may perceive to be a high-needs baby, and from a very young age, has always been one of those who would not hesitate to inform us in every possible way of his displeasures, preferences and likes. He loves attention, and laps it up. He needs to feel us close, and doesn't take too kindly to being left on his own.
He's now at a stage whereby he knows how to convey his needs and wants in either sign language or, when really required, in words, and in most cases, will not rest till he gets what he wants.
I think the most challenging part of being a parent is trying to educate the kids on what is done or otherwise, and to say 'No' without making it sound like a death sentence. We try, and thankfully, most of the time we get through to the boy, although it has increasingly been rather difficult.
As he grows older, I believe that he is also coming to terms with the fact that he is a separate entity from us, and he is able to communicate with the people around him in his own way. He has learned to lay on the charms to a certain select group of people to get what he wants, and he knows not to try with others (read: Daddy). In everything else, he tries his luck, and pushes the limits.
He has moods. He throws tantrums, and being the stubborn boy that he is, he doesn't let up until he gets what he wants. He does not realise yet that he gets his stubborn streak from his parents, and coming head to head with us in this department is a lost cause. Most importantly, he knows, however, that we never give in. The more he insists, the more we will not purchase the item or give him what he wants. Worse, Daddy has been known to throw away brand new toys simply to get this point across - so much so that he knows we don't issue 'empty threats'.
One day he is the perfect angel, even sometimes making Mummy dare hope that it will get better from now on. The next day he is the perfect epitome of the child who makes everyone cast accusing glances at his parents, thinking what a lousy job we're doing in raising this terrible tot. It doesn't help that BabyMoo is much bigger sized than most kids his age, and people are apt to think that at 3 or 4 years of age, he still can't be taught or at least be made to understand.
There are some days when I'm just so tired with having to deal with this mini-me who is so intent on getting his own way. He refuses to eat properly because he gets distracted by more 'important' and fun things to do apart from sitting at the table to finish his meal. I take away his bowl, and tell him he can jolly well go hungry. Which he does. I don't believe in following the kid everywhere while trying to feed him, as I have repeatedly mentioned to BabyMoo that meals should only be had at the dining table.
Oh... and did I also mention that he's in 'I-want-to-do-big-people-things' stage now? He refuses to sit on the high chair, and only sits on the stroller when he's very, very, tired or he is busy trying to consume something he loves. (Please don't judge or tell us we should lay down some ground rules - we try to do the 'rules' thing within limits).
So he sits at the table with us, without a booster, even - and settles down to eat - on a good day. On other days, he just makes Mummy angry, and goes without, until he asks for 'Ma-mam-mam' and sits down at the table. It just gets extremely tiring to have to deal with whims and fancies... especially now that they are caught in that place between assertion and acceptance.
Perhaps to the seasoned parent, the 'Terrible Twos' stage is simply all in a day's work, or that it wouldn't exist if we do not believe in it. I'd like to think that this is a phase that the kid and us, as parents, have to deal with, along with them attempting to assert their independence, but at the same time, not yet being able to grasp the concept of the right place and time to do certain things. They know that they are not supposed to do certain things, but I suppose they are still not able to understand why not.
Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to survive the 1st month of confinement, feeds, and dealing with the addition of a newborn, I did... only to be faced with more challenges along the way. We know that this is only the beginning, and there will be a lot more hurdles (and heartaches) that we have to overcome along the way. Like everything else, we hope that we will have the strength to.
Oh... and happy 22 months old today, BabyMoo! Mummeh loves you more today than yesterday, and less than tomorrow, even though you often push your luck!
|Mummeh's cheeky Munkeh!|
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