When Declan turned two, we held our breath. Everyone knows about the famous Terrible Two’s right? But they didn’t come. Until two and a half. Then three came and righted the ship again. Until three and a half. Which, upon further investigation, is a well-kept secret of evilocity amongst rugrats, a second Terrible Two if you will. Oh yes, Three and a Half had us on our toes. And I started reading, books, blogs, forums – we were not alone.
I found something overarching in all those books and reference material. Half years suck. OK, I am paraphrasing, but the general consensus was that at the beginning of a year, kids feel all grown up, are enjoying their “big kidness” and are willing to act a little more human for a while as they adjust to being whatever age they just turned.
But as they approach the half year, they get bored, want to stretch their wings, push the limits, and basically be the little punks they are wired to be. I mean, kids will be kids, right?
This Half Year thing has certainly held true for us. Beginning of 4? Absolute joy. Beginning of 5? Starting to see maturity and hold real conversations.
These past few weeks since he’s been 5.5? WHINE WHINE WHINE-ITY WHINE! BABY TALK! MORE WHINING! SELFISHNESS! NEARLY FALLING ON THE FLOOR – IN. A. TANTRUM.
WHAT THE HELL???
OK. I just had an online tantrum there myself. Sorry.
But is his behavior just wired into the half birthday, or is it the fact that it falls smack dab on Spring Break, Easter, the break in routine, the excess of candy and general spazziness of Spring?
Either way, I am holding my breath for it to be over.