So we've hit another milestone in our house - another round of the Terrible Twos. Okay, if you've followed me long enough then you know the trouble didn't really start for Cohen until he turned into a threenager. Unfortunately Lola had plans to turn into a raging, hormonal teenager at the mere age of 2. Seriously, if you want to know if the Terrible Twos are real then look them up in the dictionary and Lola's face will pop right up in the definition. This kid can flip a switch in the blink of an eye. And I mean that. Like if I blink my eyes wrong at her she will go cray cray on me. I'm sure it's a combination of the age and all of her life changes right now but for real peeps - there are times I want to go hide in my closet from this monster.
I'm hoping these posts become more light-hearted moments and ones we can laugh about, like they were for Cohen. But lately Lola has these crazy Jekyll and Hyde moments that will make a grown man (aka my husband) shake in his boots. You know that song, "Whatever Lola wants. Lola gets." It speaks the damn truth. Yesterday, for example, when Kurtis left to take Sophie home Lola was determined to go. But she wasn't going so we told her no. And guess who runs out of the house? Let's just say it wasn't me because I was stuck with a devil child who screamed and cried for 30 minutes straight. I'm not proud to say I lured her out of it with a popsicle but Jesus people, the kid is relentless.
It starts like this...
Then will go like this...
And ends like this.
And this is a mild fit.
Let's just chalk it up to middle child syndrome?
Either way it's going to be a long year and I pray to God that he does not test me with a Threenager after this. If that's the case you can find me hiding in the bathroom with a bottle of wine.
You think I'm joking.