My son is three and my daughter will be two at the end of February. My son is the full embodiment of the word threenager. He’s full of self-assured “wisdom” and attitude. He’s emotional, picky, and unpredictable. My daughter is a tiny bear about to enter into the terrible twos. She doesn’t like a lot of people, she’s a little mean, and she clings to her momma. My kiddos are so different, but they are also best friends.
Seeing them grow closer as they get older is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t mean there haven’t been moments of pandemonium and blood shed.
When it comes to the things my littles have in common, the list is short. They both like pudding, and they both could watch Pokémon all day. Both of them like anything with wheels, motors, or tools. They both hate haircuts unless they are both getting them together, and they both like to sleep in late sometimes.
Their differences consume the majority of my day. I have a tight schedule and routine that I follow. Half of my day consists of cleaning and house damage control. The other half is spent trying to please and raise two very different, strong-minded toddlers. There’s a bit of blogging and what not thrown in, if they cooperate.
Son: Only eats peanut butter, breads, pudding, yogurt, burgers, chicken, tortillas, fruit gummies, apples, and bananas.
Daughter: Eats everything she sees or everything on my plate. Literally eats everything- even sauerkraut.
Son: Wants to be independent and do most things on his own.
Daughter: Wants held or to be beside me 24/7 unless her daddy is home, and then, she has to be with him. She likes him a lot more than me.
Son: Doesn’t always take naps. Could run a marathon on 2 hours of sleep.
Daughter: Must sleep at least 10 hours at night and take hour nap during day. If she gets any less, she’s super mean.
Son: Gushes over all animals and calls them all babies.
Daughter: Likes animals from a far. Doesn’t want them near her or touching her. Has put cat in toy box and shut lid for licking her. Must watch closely.
Son: Has great manners and almost always says please and thank you.
Daughter: She’s a savage and will take what she wants and bully her way through people.
My kids may be like night and day, but they could take over the world together. My son would be the mastermind, and my daughter would be the muscle until someone actually hurt her. Then, my son would be out for blood. They are very protective of each other. They are an incredible duo, and I’ll admit, I’m nervous for their high school years.
We are currently trying to potty train my son. I’m pretty sure we been doing this since he was two. Some days he has zero accidents, and others, not so much. My daughter is turning two in a month, and I’m pretty terrified of training them together. My son still hasn’t gotten pooping in the potty down yet, so I’m sure I will be shampooing my carpets a lot more in the future. Tips are welcome when it comes to double training!
I debated on doing a post called Potty Training Plea, because even as a wonderful mom, potty training is the devil. Every parent has different strategies and experiences. I’ve tried everything, so I’ve finally come to the realization that it’ll happen when he’s ready. Period. Point. Blank.
Approaches to Taming Tough Toddlers
My toddlers are disciplined a little differently. I treat them equally, but the same things I do for my son, don’t work for my daughter. With my boy, time-outs and taking toys works best. My daughter laughs at everything, so we are still trying to get her to understand time-outs. If you use a stern voice and don’t break eye contact, she usually melts to the floor and that’s the only way she will stop doing something that she isn’t supposed to be doing. It’s a challenge.
Being a Mom isn’t Hard for Me.
Take that phrase with a grain of salt. Being a mom is the hardest job in the world, because it’s a job that doesn’t end. What I mean is, it comes so naturally for me. I feel like if I had to pick my purpose in life, it’d be being a mom. It’s my favorite thing in the world.
I have bad days and moments like everyone, but for me, I don’t think I’d be good at anything else. I know a lot of moms who want to have an identity outside of just being a mom, but that’s not me. It’s a big part of who I am, and it’s made me a better person. I know not everyone will agree, and that’s okay. To each is own.
I don’t do posts where I talk a lot about my parenting or kids in depth too much, but I want to. Even though I don’t want to be judged, it’s going to happen. I started this as a mom blog, and sharing my parenting world is kind of the point. So, here I am.
I have two incredible kids. Our days aren’t perfect, and my momming is always evolving. I’m growing and learning just as they are, but I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.
Feel free to share tips, stories, and parent experiences. I love to talk about being a mom. It’s like comparing battle stories.