New word of the day – ‘two-berty’, the two-year-old equivalent of puberty marked by tantrums, stubbornness, and parental drinking. (see also Twos, Terrible)
We’ve gotten lucky so far. J-Man’s tantrums generally have been short-lived. Give him a minute and he’s fine. I think those days are coming to an abrupt end.
I dropped him off a while ago at ‘inclusive preschool’, a.k.a. Group Therapy with Paint, The Place Where Therapists Try to Get the Kids to Not Notice They are Therapists by Disguising Themselves as Teachers, and (most importantly) The First Church of ‘Yes, We Can’ Even If It Takes Us a While. He threw a fit something awful. My caffeine-to-parental-guilt ratio was a bit skewed this morning, so I think that leveled it out. Um, thanks.
Next week, the school transitions to a new building with more space and a playground. Hopefully that will help. Lots of people in a close space tend to unnerve him. Still, the transition may take us a week or two, especially since his occupational therapy and developmental therapy are changing days and we’re getting a new OT because of the new preschool schedule and the previous OT going on maternity leave. Should be a fun week next week.
Well, Daddy quiet time at the library is nearly over. Off to pick him up and see how well he did today.