Terrible Twos

(This is a mobile picture I took of Ronan being a not-so-good boy for his momma.)

Just how long is this phase supposed to last? And when they talk about the 'Terrible Twos,' does it start right at two, right before two or the entire first two years of their life? What about the 'Terrible Threes' -- tell me that isn't true, please.


When Riley was two, she was never terrible, at least I don't remember her to be. It was so different taking her places because she was always like a little adult, seeming to act so much older than she was. And maybe that was the case because she was an only child. But honestly, I don't remember going through with her, what I am with Ronan.

I'll preface this by saying that not all moments are bad. In fact, I have lots of wonderful and amazing moments with both my kids that I am truly thankful for. But man, oh man, could it be possible that an almost 2 1/2 year old little person, who wears tiny clothes and still craps in his pants could make a grown woman, almost 32 years old and has given birth twice out of a place where nothing bigger than a walnut should come out of - shed tears, just because he can?!


When pregnant with Ronan, I called him my little ninja. He would kick and hit my ribs, my bladder and do flips and turns that still make my stomach churn thinking about it. I thought after birth, he'd grow out of it, but he hasn't. In my previous posts, I have mentioned his hitting problem. It's still here. I don't know what to do or what to say to get him to stop, but I'm at a point where I might have to call Nanny 911.


Whenever we have friends over, I fear that he'll swing at them for no reason. And most of the time, it's him "tagging" them, but a little too rough. So, we worked on the "gentle tag" and even though it's brought him down one level, it still stresses me the freak out.


I spend 99.99% of my time with him. The 0.01 % is usually when Ryan keeps the kids so I can go grocery shopping...but honestly, I take him everywhere I go. And the past two days, it's been no different. He's been with me every second of every minute of every hour I am awake, not awake, whatever...and yes, I am aware he is two years old. I know I can't just leave him outside or in a crate -- it's not an option. But, I am begging someone, anyone...that I'd love about 120 seconds of just peace and quiet when I pee. I'd love to be able to sit on the toilet (do you have a good visual? If not, just picture a supermodel body -- because that's what I have) and pee without Ronan saying, "mom. momma. mom. momma. mommy? My fwush a toy wet? My fwush a toy wet pay pa?"


Is it great I have a little helper and someone so willing to be there at every important moment...like when I'm down to only one square and need a new roll? Yes. He's awesome at it. But I just need a break.

I know...you are now thinking...how is it possible that Maria is blogging, if Ronan is such a terror? I am currently thinking past the whining and staring at my beer (yes, my beer) in the cup on the dresser, furiously typing to get this post published!


Anyway, I know it's just a phase and I know it's just the age...but I can't help but be so exhausted sometimes at what my day brings. I am thankful for my two happy and healthy kids...so please don't think I am not. I would much rather have my life be with, than without them. I'd just love to have 2 minutes each day to myself...to see it. And guess what...I just did...


(He was crying and was mad at me for sitting in the chair. He pouted and put his head down and within seconds, he passed out. Standing up.)