Our four-year-old has unfortunately learnt a new word. Normally you’d be thrilled when a child with speech delays says a new word.
I say unfortunately, as it’s a word he should not be saying. Continue reading
After a typically exasperating evening with the toddler, filled with delightful behaviour like throwing cutlery across the dinner table, narrowly missing his brother, I was fighting the urge to swear under my breath and roll my eyes.
And then I saw something that made me giggle, and realise we’re not the only one who deal with toddlers, and their delightful quirks. Continue reading
Hell hath no fury like a pissed off toddler. More specifically, like my toddler.
I’m a redhead. This means, generally speaking, like other redheads, I have a very short fuse*.
My parents have told me stories of when I was a toddler and my temper. Think of the phrase, “hell hath no fury like a pissed off toddler”. Now factor in the redhead element into the equation, and it starts to paint a pretty scary picture of some epic toddler tantrums. Now times that by five, and according to my parents, this is what my toddler is like. Continue reading