Thursday, January 5, 2012

Me at DadCentric: Trifling

They look nice enough


I never thought it would happen to me; but my kids have arrived at that age.

They used to call it the "Terrible Twos," but I've read a lot of literature (okay, blogs) arguing that three is worse, and four is even...um, more worse.  In any case, my formerly angelic 2.5-year-old twins have crossed the threshold.  They've always had the capacity to be fussy, of course; but now, with their enhanced cognitive and language skills, they can do so with much greater focus and intention.

Some days are better than others; and even on their worst days, I forgive them by the time they've been asleep for a couple of hours.  I even look forward to seeing them conscious the next day.

But some days are pretty bad, and I must say in all fairness, it's their fault, not mine.
 

The things they get hysterical about, the demands they make, and positions they refuse to back down from, are absolutely absurd.  They want Mom to get them out of the crib, NOT DAD--or vise versa.  They want the purple yogurt, NOT THE YELLOW.  And they don't want it stirred.  Or they do want it stirred.  They both want to look at the same picture of lettuce on the grocery store circular.  They both want to feed the dog.  One wants to take medicine.  One wants to be "nekkid guy" and streak through the house, leaving a trail of urine in her wake.  One wants to drag a chair across the floor, climb on it, and wash her hands in the fish tank.  They both want to see every step of the coffee-making process up close. They want the pink swirly straw, not the purple bendy straw; the big kid cup with birdies, not the sippy cup with Elmo.

Read more at Dad Centric

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And if you feel like reading some more, you can find out why I might convert to Judaism over at Aiming Low.  There's a pretty funny exchange happening in the comment section.

4 comments:

  1. The cruel reality is that I'm nearly nauseous trying not to giggle. I know, I know! I should, of all people, having brought twins up to their current age of 4.5 without abandoning them at a fire station, be sympathetic. But here's the truth—I think you ought to see this as your personal silver lining: I'm so happy those days are over that reading your very well-written rant makes me giddy. Giddy to be out of that hole.

    Beta Dad, I snigger because I care. Try not to break anything while waiting out a "not the fluffy socks!!" tantrum. I feel you, brother.

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  2. Dude, wait till they are in jr. high, high school! lol... u think u have problems now??? lol

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  3. @Nicole--Your sniggering is a salve to me.

    @KBF--So I hear. So I hear.

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  4. My 3.5 yr old hasn't been too bad but we have noticed him trending more towards the bad the past few months. I was under the impression that the threes were the worst but now people are telling me it's the fours. What I have gathered is that whatever year my kid is currently at, add one and that is what people will tell you is the worst age.

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