‘Well, that’s the difference between four and two,’ said the woman to me in the middle of the supermarket.
I laughed halfheartedly before turning my attention back to the situation that was cranking up a notch beside me.
The situation being my two-year-old going absolutely loco in the middle of Coles.
Ahh, my darling two-year-old, bless her. She does this. She can be perfectly happy one minute and miserable the next. Dark clouds close in on us and the whinging starts.
‘My legs don’t work,’ she whined to me as I attempted to remain calm keen to avoid yet another scene in Coles.
‘My legs are broken.
‘I not feeling welllllll.’
She asked to be put in the trolley. I put her in the trolley. She asked to walk. I took her out of the trolley. She asked to be put in the trolley. I put her in the trolley … you get the picture.
I attempted to appease her with the closest thing I could find, a packet of pikelets. Alas, this didn’t work as the the pikelets were allegedly dirty even though I had only just pulled them out of the packet.
As I attempted to catch in my hand the chewed up pikelet Miss Two was regurgitating and wrestle her back into the trolley before she fell out, I caught a woman watching me.
She ventured closer and asked me how old my eldest daughter was.
Our eldest had been fairly quiet during the shopping trip. She had her eyes on a prize – a Doc McStuffins Colouring in book. She’s no dummy. She knew that if she was a good girl, that book was hers.
‘She’s four-and-a-half,’ I said to the woman.
‘And how old is this one?’ she asked nodding her head toward my snot covered screaming bundle of love.
‘She’s two-and-a-half,’ I replied.
‘Well, that’s the difference between four and two, isn’t it?’ she said.
Ain’t that the truth?!
I feel like life is cruising along nicely with Miss Four. She has her moments, but for the most part she’s happy, well-behaved, a good sister and a great helper. I nearly died the other day when she made her bed and tidied her room without me even asking.
Miss Two on the other hand is still at that high maintenance stage. She is in a clingy phase at the moment and on any given day she can take us on an emotional roller coaster ride leaving us all screaming to get off.
While I think she’s more … spirited than her older sister was at this age, I know that most of her behaviour is simply down to being two and being two can really suck sometimes.
After chatting to this woman, I got to thinking about some of the differences in behaviour I’ve noticed between my two.
1. A four-year-old can and wants to dress herself. A two-year-old wants to dress herself, but can’t. Attempting to help your two-year-old dress herself will only end in heartache for all involved as she tells you she can do it, then she can’t do it, then she can do it, then she can’t do it …
2. A four-year-old will sit at the table to eat her dinner, while the two-year-old will:
- sit at the table for 30 seconds before running off
- lie on the floor while you feed her
- ride around on her toy car while you chase after her with a fork.
3. A four-year-old has more control over her temper with meltdowns few and far between, while a two-year-old is like a ticking time bomb.
4. A four-year-old understands the concept of sharing, while the word ‘share’ doesn’t even enter a two-year-old’s vocabulary. The word ‘mine’ features heavily, however.
5. A four-year-old’s vocabulary is growing at a rapid rate and she will amaze you with new words every day. Your two-year-old will also amaze you with her ability to use the words ‘poo’ and ‘wee’ and the phrase ‘flush you down the toilet’ in almost every conversation.
Isn’t it amazing what a difference two years can make?
(Don’t get me wrong, Miss Two is an absolute darling and brings us endless happiness, but some days, well some days are just full on. She’s just your typical two-year-old and we’re hanging in there for the ride.)
Can you relate? Does any of this sound familiar? What age did you find the hardest?
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