Do y’all ever have those days when the toddler is screaming about literally everything, the baby is super congested and you bleached your own hair two days ago and finally styled it and realized it looked like you let said toddler color on your scalp with high liters and a sharpie? Just me? Cool.
Toddlers are HARD, man. They are miniature adults with attitudes bigger than life and a scream that can shatter every pane of glass in the Empire State Building. They act like they rule the roost and if we’re being honest, they kind of do. Entire days are planned around their schedule and you no longer have the freedom to run in and out of stores without at least one tantrum due to lack of a nap or not getting a toy or an apple juice at Target.
One second they’re having a mental breakdown over the fact that it’s raining and they can’t play outside and the next second, they’re laughing hysterically at the face you’re making because you can either make a funny face or have your own mental breakdown and you CANNOT let that little terrorist see you have a moment of weakness.
One week they want cheese for every meal and the next, they hate it. They can kick and scream because “I don’t like baths!” But when you tell them it’s time to get out of the tub, all hell breaks loose and suddenly they love baths.
Toddlers can make a mess and have absolutely no issues bringing forth 1,000 toys from the bowels of their toy box but mark my words, if you ask them to clean them up, their arms will suddenly be broken and their legs just can’t seem to hold up their tiny upper body anymore. They manage to somehow leave the most painful little toys ONLY in the walkways and when you step on them, because you’re bound to step on them, they cry because you hurt their toy (who cares about your foot, right?).
If a man acted the way my toddler acts, I would have him committed. My toddler can literally make me want to rip my hair out because he is having a fit about not being able to have a brownie for breakfast and I STILL miss him when he’s in bed. Those little boogers have a way of wrapping us around their chubby, dirty little fingers. Hudson can be the biggest psychopath one minute, and the next he is telling me “I sorry for being mean, mommy” and I almost forget the devil that was unleashed in my child earlier.
The love they have for us is unconditional, just like our love for them. Hudson doesn’t see me as the stressed, overtired, slightly overweight Mom. He sees me as his best friend, his snuggle buddy and his biggest fan. The way he says “I love you so much, mama” just completely makes me forget (momentarily) about how rough our day was. When I wear a dress, though rare, Hudson never fails to tell me I look like a princess. He’s so cute.
Toddlers have the sweetest little voices (when they’re being nice) and the best personalities (when they’re being nice). Their laughs are one of the best sounds in the world and their cries are one of the worst. There is almost nothing better than taking your toddler to do something fun and having them tell you they’re so excited and they’re having so much fun… usually there is a meltdown had before, or during the aforementioned fun thing but it’s okay, because they’re having fun now.
Parenting a toddler is a job in and of itself and it’s quite possibly one of the hardest. You get angry or upset with them for misbehaving but then you get upset with yourself for being upset with them because they are only a few years old and tantrums are their way of communicating their feelings. These few years of toddler time is literally a revolving cycle of them having bipolar moments and you having mental breakdowns while hoping you’re not the only one going through this and it’s basically just one big emotional rollercoaster that we hope we get a good photo out of, at least.
If y’all are in the same boat, good luck and I hope we make it out alive with only a few grey hairs!
Xx
Liv