Yesterday, P turned 23 months old! One
month until the terrible two's, eeep! Although I feel like he's been
transitioning to his terrible two's as early as last month. We went
abroad for around two weeks sans yaya thus we were together 24/7. The
good thing about the trip was that he was without a TV for a long
time and he became more talkative and yakked gibberish all the time.
The bad thing is that we discovered he can now throw tantrums, throw
things when he's on a tantrum and even hit people! So far, he has hit
me and the yayas and it's been a struggle to control my temper.
Admittedly, I've yelled at him a couple of times and he cries and
then we make up. He has not hit his Daddy as it seems like he is more
afraid of him.
He had the time of his life during our
trip as he had more space to run around in. He has taken to singing
“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” all the time, with the tune and
some discernible words. He also sings the alphabet song and “The
Wheels on the Bus”.
Last week, after much insisting from my
mother, I started teaching him to eat using utensils. I have been
putting off this task because the thought of the mess alone is
stressing me out. But we have two househelpers right now who are
sisters, might as well take advantage of the plenty of manpower. So,
when he was spoonfed, he is a voracious eater. We call him “Boy
Buffet”. But when we introduced the spoon and fork to him, he has
used them to play with his food. So much so that after a few minutes,
I tell the ate to spoon-feed him already. I figured the utensils are
still a novelty? Ay, caramba! One week-end or holiday I will sit with
him and we won't get up until he starts and finishes eating by
himself.
Also, I am still breastfeeding him at night because he still demands for it. He is so heavy though and likes to nurse while on top of me so, poor mommy. I plan to wean him after he turns two. Yikes. And then maybe potty-training time? Double yikes.
