Sunday, December 21, 2008

in which the tantrum fairy appears and teddy aims at the weet-bix

Ivy has entered a new phase of adorability, which is what happens after she pushes us to the edge of madness. Prior to the new, improved Ivy who appeared in the last week, we had a three week visit from the Tantrum Fairy, who morphed Ivy into a fire-breathing, wobbly-throwing changeling who only said 'No!' or 'Mummy do it'; in a whinging pitch especially toned for maximum mind-melting.

I had a few really bad days where I had to keep reminding myself that the kid is all Id: she can't edit behaviour or manage emotion yet and she's really not doing it on purpose. Whatever crosses her mind she says, or does, with no thought of what it might mean, or who it might hurt, or whether the stain of it will ever come off the couch. My friend Amanda told me that living with a toddler is like being with your best friend - who's drunk all the time.

This week she's had a language explosion, where she’s talking in sentences, having real conversations and even reading her books. The flowering of a personality is an incredible thing to watch. She’s been building nests with blankets and pillows and climbing in to read to her stuffed animals, performing songs and dances on her little mat, and holding and patting Teddy’s hand.

Yesterday Ivy was having breakfast with Keith when she suddenly burst into tears, pointed and wailed ‘Ladybird! Ladybird!’ It took Keith a while to clock the giant huntsman spider on the floor. As Keith left for work last week, she said to him ‘Mummy and Ivy love you, Daddy.’ And when trying to dress her after a bath, she escaped and ran naked down the hall, laughing and shouting ‘Naughtybuttons! Naughtybuttons!’

Teddy is 4 months old now and as full of yummy goodness as ever. If DOCS didn’t frown on the eating of babies I would have gobbled him up by now. All he does is smile, giggle, sleep, shit and feed. In fact, the only time he has cried for more than ten minutes we panicked, packed both kids in the car and were on our way to the hospital when he fell asleep in the back seat.

Our neighbours still haven’t let us live that one down.

Ivy still demands most of the air-time, but Teddy gets his own back in subtle ways. Yesterday he pissed onto the breakfast table, and missed her Weet-Bix by an inch. Be warned sister, he was clearly indicating. I’ve got a weapon you don’t.

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