We've embarked upon the temper-tantrum throwing, defiant, opinionated stage often known as the Terrible Two's. Now, I don't know if I should be appreciating the fact that by starting now, she's getting it out of her system, or worried that it's going to last for the foreseeable future.
I've never been a patient person, so this really grinds on my nerves, but even Drew, who has put up with my crap for more then a decade is struggling to deal with this kindly. There are days where she just yells, throws fits, or gets upset all day, and it seems nothing we do can appease her. We put her in time out, and that usually calms her for a bit, but it doesn't fix the problem. Not going to lie, sometimes we yell at her. We feel awful after, but sometimes our frustration just gets the better of us.
|Then the pout|
Here's to hoping this phase is short-lived. Right now it's looking like Fynn is going to be an only child, because that thought of raising another kid like her is more than I can fathom.