Bridget is loving being two. And she’s driving me insane.

I think we average two temper-tantrums a day now. Usually over really, really dumb things – like my not letting her get a drink from the fountain at Home Depot for the 3rd time. Or because she can’t run away from me at the Cheese Factory to get another sample all by herself. Or at home when she doesn’t want to clean up, or nap, or when I won’t give her more candy. The ones at home aren’t usually quite as stressful, since I can just leave her where ever she lands to kick and scream. When we are out at the store I actually have to stand there and watch her.

Some days I want to rip my hair out. Thursday was ugly. Friday, not so bad. Wish us luck today.

Part of being two is having crazy ideas, causing mischief, and getting your way. Sometimes I can give into these weird behaviors. Like when she thinks that grapes would taste really good with Mac and Cheese – so she stirs them together. At least she ate it. Or when she decided to wear socks on her hands to the store – claiming they were gloves.

Or, like yesterday, when she insisted that she needed to take a nap on the floor in her room instead of her bed. To top it off I had to cover her with the tablecloth from her play table, rather than her blanket. She slept that way for over 2 hours.

Or, Tuesday morning, when she climbed onto her dresser to get the nail polish and I found her painting her own nails. (She did get in a little bit of trouble for this). She was actually doing a decent job – and thank goodness she wasn’t “painting” anything else with it.

Of course, I went to get my camera instead of taking it away immediately. What did you expect?!

Oh, and did I mention that if I let her eat nothing but Macaroni and Cheese (and PEZ), she’d love it. She asks for both daily (or multiple times a day).

It reminds me of that Shel Silverstein poem:

One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I’m really not kidding,
So who’ll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?

I really don’t want to sell her. Promise. But. . . hmm. . . does anyone know if they have boarding schools for toddlers? 🙂 Kidding.