10:13 a.m.

The 5 year old has has his first time out for the day for hitting his brother.

 

And they don’t call it The Terrible Twos for nothing.

 

Everything he wants to do is either dangerous or destructive.  And putting an end to it creates the screeches and the tears.  And of course he needs to be held while he is falling apart. So he can screech in my ear.  (Did I mention my noise sensitivities?)

 

Raising your voice only makes him worse.  Same with an abrupt movement prompted by frustration. Putting him down too quickly. It sets him off again; he’s sure that his whole world is ending and there is no love left anywhere.  So he cries.  No matter how frustrated or angry you are, you have to be quiet and gentle.

 

It’s hard.

 

I know you think it’s not, but it is.

 

Now they are playing “recycling”. It involves gathering up a wide variety of things from here and there, collecting them in the recycling basket and dumping them in piles on the floor.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. The Mom
    Aug 11, 2013 @ 10:53:16

    I’m so glad they didn’t play “recycling” at my house. I couldn’t have handled that!

    Reply

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