Toddler: a young child, usually one between the ages of one and two and a half
Caches likes to brush his teeth. Correction, Caches LOVES to chew on a toothbrush brush his teeth. If he sees a toothbrush up on a shelf in another room he will gasp in awe and raise his arm pointing at it in all it's Oral B glory. This has always been a pretty easy "give in," for me. I mean why not let him chew on a toothbrush. We designated a toothbrush for him and keep it with ours so whenever we brush our teeth he joins in and chews on his toothbrush. Fun.
The other morning we walked into the bathroom as per usual to brush teeth before our morning walk. I grabbed both toothbrushes, put a dab of spry toothpaste on them and rinsed them under the faucet. I put mine in my mouth and handed Caches his. Simple, right? Wrong.
He threw his arms to his side, stamped his foot and screeched! Ummmm, okay. Does this mean that you don't want the toothbrush? Nope, he wanted mine. As I brushed, I tried a few more times to hand him "his" toothbrush but this only served to further piss him off until he was a screaming mess on the bathroom floor.
Huston, we have a toddler
Ah toddlers. They are pretty darn cute, aren't they? The drunken sailor walk. Those sweet chatty babbling conversations. The wispy curls. The sense of adventure. The waving and clapping. The awe of their ever expanding world. The hugs and kisses. The intense LOVE! And then there is the shrieking, the screaming , the crumbling in public, the pinching, the biting, the fingers in your nose, the fingers in your mouth, the spiting out of food, the refusal to eat any food, the spreading of food all over your house, the touching of EVERYTHING (usually with sticky hands), and the ever famous temper tantrum.
Kind of like puppies, I'm fairly certain that God made toddlers extra cute so we wouldn't be tempted to give them away when they say, peed on the rug. And yeah, your toddler will probably do that too.
Buckle your seat belts, I have a feeling this wild ride is about to get even wilder.
The other morning we walked into the bathroom as per usual to brush teeth before our morning walk. I grabbed both toothbrushes, put a dab of spry toothpaste on them and rinsed them under the faucet. I put mine in my mouth and handed Caches his. Simple, right? Wrong.
He threw his arms to his side, stamped his foot and screeched! Ummmm, okay. Does this mean that you don't want the toothbrush? Nope, he wanted mine. As I brushed, I tried a few more times to hand him "his" toothbrush but this only served to further piss him off until he was a screaming mess on the bathroom floor.
Huston, we have a toddler
Ah toddlers. They are pretty darn cute, aren't they? The drunken sailor walk. Those sweet chatty babbling conversations. The wispy curls. The sense of adventure. The waving and clapping. The awe of their ever expanding world. The hugs and kisses. The intense LOVE! And then there is the shrieking, the screaming , the crumbling in public, the pinching, the biting, the fingers in your nose, the fingers in your mouth, the spiting out of food, the refusal to eat any food, the spreading of food all over your house, the touching of EVERYTHING (usually with sticky hands), and the ever famous temper tantrum.
Kind of like puppies, I'm fairly certain that God made toddlers extra cute so we wouldn't be tempted to give them away when they say, peed on the rug. And yeah, your toddler will probably do that too.
Buckle your seat belts, I have a feeling this wild ride is about to get even wilder.
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