Somehow this much dreaded phase completely passed me by with Molly. She wasn’t an angel but we never had the all out tantrums and melt downs much associated with being a two year old. Alice on the other hand is another matter entirely. My gosh that girl can strop.*

I should have suspected one of the girls would test me to the limits given that as a child I was also rather known to throw a paddy at the slightest thing. And I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t stop as I got older. Loosing at the ‘Game of Life’ during a family holiday was enough to send me in to full on meltdown. I promise I’ve stopped now. Mostly!

I’m not really sure when it all started with Alice. It seems to have been going on a long time. In fact I’m pretty sure the terrible two’s started early in our household. She is the loveliest little girl but the moment something doesn’t go her way it as if the world had ended. Tears, screaming, lying on the floor, flinging herself off chairs, you name it.

At first I’m ashamed to say I laughed. I couldn’t quite understand how we had gone from having a nice playtime or morning snack to something that required me to wear ear plugs and possibly drink a large glass of gin. My laughter quickly wore thin as this became a daily occurrence. Sometimes for pretty much the whole day. It was very testing.

The slightest thing sets her off. I think the worst (and I warn you it is something akin to the world ending) is only being allowed one party ring rather than the three she had requested. That strop can last for a good half an hour or more.

There were times I feared for her safety as she would fling herself on the floor and didn’t care whether it was a soft plush carpet or all out concrete. I’m lucky she never did herself any damage.

I also feel very thankful that she had the sense to confine her tantrums in the most to our own home. We had one or two supermarket meltdowns and that was enough for me.

I have tried many different ways of dealing with them. I have tried ignoring her and walking away but she can keep going for quite a long time. We tried the naughty step but she just tended to keep crying and often fling herself off that too. I try talking to her to calm her down or reasoning with her. Anyone who has tried to reason with a two year old knows how successful that is.

In honesty one the best ways I found of calming her down was picking her up and holding her tight to me. I know that may seem like I am rewarding the behaviour but after a few minutes of fighting against me she would normally calm down.

As she approaches her third birthday I am hoping we are coming through the other side but I am not convinced. Rather than full on tantrums it is now a continual whine that I will admit rather grates on my nerves. Normally accompanied by tears, and a lot of them. I do know the signs now and most of it is down to tiredness. We have started cutting back, or cutting out, her lunchtime nap purely as she has been messing around at bedtime then is tired again the next day. However, this then means that I have a whole afternoon of crying and whinging to look forward to. Oh the joy.

Have any of you dealt with the terrible twos and do you have any words of wisdom to share? Or shall we all just grab a large glass of wine now?!

*Case in point is a recent photoshoot by the lovely Little Beanies Photography when Alice had so many melt downs achieving a picture was not remotely possible.

Image by Little Beanies Photography.