The youngest grandchild is no longer the sweet little boy he was when he moved in. He has hit the terrible twos. When his older brothers do something they shouldn't, he watches in absolute delight, and then tries it himself a little later, even though he knows it will earn him a time-out.
Yesterday I gave him a bowl of cereal and he promptly turned it upside down onto the floor. Milk and cereal everywhere. Ev.Ery.Where. I said, "What do you think you're doing?" and he answered, "I want to be a hungry little boy." (Because I often say, "Eat your breakfast so you won't be a hungry little boy.")
As we took the kids to school he kept kicking his sister and grabbing his 4 year old brother's sunglasses. (Note:he grabbed and broke his brother's sunglasses a few days ago and we had to buy another pair.)
When we got home he kept taking his brother's toys, pinching him, and kept turning off the tv program his brother was watching.
It was parent-teacher conferences for his sister, so we went to those at 10:00. We had to wait at one of the classrooms for quite some time. There was a long line of parents and children outside the classroom. When we finally were next in line to see the teacher, he ran over to the glass next to the door and began kicking it. When his sister picked him up, he began kicking her, so I had her hand him to me. He began kicking, pinching and hitting me. It was like holding a little wildcat, and he continued to act like that until we got into the class room. Then he sat quietly and smiled at the teacher like a little angel. Go figure.
At lunch he smeared ketchup all over the table.
I was happy to put him down for a nap, but he repeatedly kicked the wall or got up out of bed to get into things. He completely tore his bed apart.
When the boys came home from school he ran over, grabbed a beloved Pokemon book, and ripped the cover off it. He kept bothering the boys' homework and a class project the 9 year old was working on, so I told him he could choose between playing in his room or playing dowstairs, so the nine year old could get his work done. He chose his room, but later on in the day we realized he had trashed the entire room, taking clean clothes out and throwing them around, dumping a box of crayons on the floor, taking all the books off the shelves, emptying drawers. Truly a disaster of a room.
Before we discovered that, he kept turning off the tv while the kids' played video games, grabbed their controllers or grabbed their arms while they were playing, until the other kids were all crying, "Grandma, come get (2 year old), he's being a little brat!"
I made him come upstairs and told him we were going to get his pajamas on and get him ready for bed. That is when I discovered the disaster in his bedroom, so I told him he could clean it all up. I didn't really expect him to get it all cleaned up, but thought I'd try.
A little later I heard his sweet little voice call, "Grandma, come see me, I'm not being a bratty little boy now." When I went in to check, he had cleaned up his whole room!
posted by Inklings @ 7:56 AM
9 Comments:
I would have all five of them cleaning. :)
I'll bet if HE cleaned the entire room you won't be able to find a single thing again until you go through every item in the drawers and in the closet---I'll BET
I'm amazed though that he could clean it up. When Survival Knife was that age he just didn't get the concept of "clean up your room" unless I took one thing at a time. I would tell him to pick up all the books and put them in the bookcase. When he did that then he'd come back and ask me what else, then I'd tell him to pick up something else like his matchbox cars and so on until the room was clean. Oh - did you check under the bed? lol-jk :0)
I'm amazed though that he could clean it up. When Survival Knife was that age he just didn't get the concept of "clean up your room" unless I took one thing at a time. I would tell him to pick up all the books and put them in the bookcase. When he did that then he'd come back and ask me what else, then I'd tell him to pick up something else like his matchbox cars and so on until the room was clean. Oh - did you check under the bed? lol-jk :0)
Well, at least you know he is developing normally..he really is a normal two year old now. :)
I know he's bratty sometimes...aren't all kids? But I think that's really sweet that he picked it up. He really is a lovable little boy.
hopefully he isn't learning thatthe only way to get attention is to be a brat...I hope you reward him when he is a good little boy...
I thank the good heavens that I don't have to go through that phase again...unless, heaven forbid, I have to have grandchildren living with me. My kids drained me, I have no wits left.
There's a section in the book Mary Poppins where Michael "gets up on the wrong side of the bed" and he delights in being naughty all day until Mary Poppins sends him to bed and finally he is able to be himself again - this blog reminded me of that chapter. You have more patience than me I think I would have reverted to a spanking at some point throughout that day.
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