One of the hardest times with many kids is that Terrible Two’s stage. Leif would be the exception to that, the two’s was a fabulous time with him. He just hit the “terrible” time later than normal… he hit the “Terrible Threes”.
We are officially half way through Skadi’s Terrible Twos. She can be terribly trying sometimes. But the flipside to this is that for all the rotten-ness, there is the complete opposite to balance it out i.e., the incredible joy and amazement she brings. Not to mention the giggles.
One of Skadi’s favorite things to do is to style my hair. Of course she usually likes to redo it after I just get done styling it. On those days she asks to do my hair when I am not expected to show up somewhere looking halfway decent I let her at it.
This is a genetic trait… I remember styling my mom’s hair most evenings while sitting in front of the TV. My sister and I would argue over who got to sit behind her on the couch with a brush and rubber bands and barrettes in hand. Hopefully the whole spitting in the hair part (since my mom wouldn’t allow us to use water) is not genetic and Skadi will not read this until she is old enough to know better.
She is a little brutal with the brush. It tends to make a “whack” sound as it connects with my head at the roots. I spend a lot of time saying, “ouch, gentle please!” Oh and should you think that AB escapes this torture because I had very little hair… think again.
Skadi: “Would you like a high pony so you can dance?”
Me: (A high pony tail is a requirement for dancing?) “Umm, ok.”
Skadi: (Pulling my hair all over the place.) “Oh, you have a potato in your hair.”
Me: “A potato?? Is that what you said?”
Skadi: “Yes, you have a potato in your hair.” (She says this so matter of factly.)
Me: “Where Skadi?”
Skadi: (Major pinch to the ear.) “Here.”
Me: “That’s my EAR!”
Skadi: (Giggles.) “Oh, okay!”
Skadi: “Mommy, I no yike this song!”
Me: (Ok, that’s fine, so Angel Eyes is a touch slow and isn’t her style, I hit to skip song button.)
Skadi: “Mommy, I no yike this song either!”
Me: “What, you don’t like John Hiatt?”
Skadi: “I no yike John Hiatt mommy.”
Me: “Ok.” (Searching the car for anything but that one cd that has been in the cd player nonstop
for a few years because the kids like it. Ah ha! Queen! I pop that in.)
Skadi: “Mommy, I no yike this icky song.”
Me: “Skadi, EVERYONE likes ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.”
Skadi: “I NO YIKE IT MOMMY!”
Me: “Fine.” (I hit the XM Radio button.)
Skadi: “Mommy! I YIKE this song! Crocodiles!”
Me: “Noted, you DO like Elton John’s Crocodile Rock.”
Uses for boxes
While I am on the Skadi topic I should note that a few weeks ago? Found the binkies. Three of them, stuck in a box in Leif’s closet. You may remember that she had thrown them away herself… or at least I could have sworn she did. Apparently she threw one away and put the others in safe keeping? They hit the trash before she could see them.
Oh and speaking of boxes…
Me: “Skadi do you want Tinkerbell panties?”
Skadi: (Playing and ignoring me.)
Me: “Ok, here’s your Tinkerbell panties, please get dressed now.” (Freaky thing that Skadi and Leif are about at the same ability and willingness to get themselves dressed. Oh wait… wrong. Leif still insists regularly that I dress him, not that it happens. Skadi refuses help.)
Skadi: “NO MOMMY!” (Picking up Tinkerbell panties.) “I NO WANT TINKERBELL PANTIES!”
And with that she walks to her closet, pulls out a shoe box, opens it up and puts the panties in the shoebox and puts the shoebox in the hallway and walks back in her room and resumes playing.
Me: “Ok then, I guess YOU get to pick out your panties.”