Glenn turns 3 this Thursday, it's amazing. But to say it's been easy or fun lately is just a lie. It's been very, very challenging. This age is just an utter nightmare at times. One second it's beautiful and happy and the next second you're wondering why you ever agreed to this. His high's are getting higher and lows lower. This toddler age is the hardest part of our lives, our marriage, everything. You better have an incredibly strong marriage before kids is all I can say.
He woke up at 715am today. In the last few months, he'd usually sleep until 745-830 with the occasional 9am. Now we are very lucky to get to 730am. Over the weekend was 630-7am. He's been harder to get to bed too. We set an alarm at 8pm to start the process. A week ago we refused the night-time feedings. It is such a baby thing! We go up, feed him his final milk, brush teeth, and after that the new rule is 'water only after teeth brushing'. He takes 4 sucks and realizes it's not worth it. Otherwise it becomes a social activity that goes on forever and literally ruins our nights. After a few nights, he got the picture. He will learn to eat more for dinner or more at breakfast, but at night that's the new routine.
Nap time is becoming far and few between. I put him up for at minimum an hour a day just so I can hear myself think and make necessary phone calls or maintain myself and this house. He is definitely napping less, which is really bad because he's actually becoming more of a smart toddler and more conniving. He will throw a pillow or blanket outside the bedroom door during nap. I told him "I will NOT get it or come back up". He throws it anyway. I don't respond. Then he gets his leg 'stuck' in the gate and cries just to get me up there. The second I get up there, he removes his leg usually by himself. I made him pick up all the pillows/blankets himself. We barely ever wipe his nose anymore. It was another tactic to get us upstairs for any old reason. I put a tissue box by his bed and tell him "Go get a tissue and wipe your nose". He does it and puts the tissue neatly back (most of the time) or rips it to shreds in anger.
Every second I get we are making him more independent. During dinner we do not get up anymore. "We are eating, afterwards we can help you" is our response. They really take advantage of you to the point you will never eat a warm bite of food. He is slowly learning.
Trying to explain time to a toddler is like trying to breathe through your feet. I said "tomorrow we're going to a party" and he says "I get shoes and socks" thinking it's now. I said "No, tomorrow". He thinks everything's now. You can't tell him anything in advance, he won't get it. He erupted in 30 minutes of crying, fits, tantrums, and just Hell on Earth after this conversation. I kicked myself for saying anything. So we do not tell him anything ahead of time. One of the hardest things to convey is time. A calendar would do nothing either. It will take time ironically to teach him any sort of time.
He is using the base of the highchair as a booster and uses the dining table now! Since doing that and adding a placemat, his fork, spoon, and bowl use has improved ten-fold. We had the occasional 'throw a plate of spaghetti across the room' yesterday and I made him say sorry, but overall he's improving. He got better at fork insertion. He used to get so mad and whip it across the room because he couldn't get the fork to grab anything, but now he tries 3-5 times before getting ticked. Improvement is all I want.
Thankfully, his langage is still exploding and getting better day by day. That's wonderful. But ease of parenting is getting harder day by day.