Recently, I have been rudely reminded of some of the “phases” Brian went through as a 2-year old.
1. Staying in his bed
2. Saying NO
3. Laughing at us when remorse was the proper response
After the past 2 days (and nights!), it seems that he has hit these speed bumps at full force, blown two tires, backed up and hit them again until the other two tires blew (that would have been tonight’s events).
Staying in bed is a big deal. If I could let him sleep in Ollie’s crate, I would at this point. He is up out of that bed before we even walk away from the door that is locked from the outside. I spend many large fractions of hours sitting outside his room “reminding” him to get back in bed, while he laughs and bounces around. I have taken his favorite stuffed animals away, threatened with other big toys (even throwing them away…I know, I am the meanest parent alive.). Eventually, he always falls asleep, but man does it wear me down. That’s what it is all about isn’t it, wearing me down. That’s why we have 2-year olds — to break us. If the infant-stage didn’t break you, then this surely will. Between being sick and going through this, I am just about broken.
Tonight, he put up the fight of his life about putting a diaper on. I had to literally wrestle him to the ground and then pin him to get that diaper on him. Once, I shut his bedroom door and fought with him to stay in his bed for about 20 minutes (only the beginning of the fight), I heard him crying that he needed help. I went in the room to find him standing in his bed, with his pants around his ankles, and his diaper in a pile on the bed. Totally defeated, I took the diaper, threw it in the laundry and left him sportin’ it commando.
Tonight will either be a massive failure or a massive success. I am really hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.