As toddlers try to gain their independence they lash out at their parents.  By lashing out, I mean they throw things.  Usually full plates of food.  Sometimes they even try to swat at us in an oh-how-cute-where-where-the-hell-did-you-learn-that way. 

They have the cute little pout going on as they try to tell us in their toddler foreign language what they want.  We will then try to give them what we think they want.  This usually results in said object getting swatted out of our hands because THAT ISN’T IT!  Cute….yet, really, really frustrating.

Anya is at this stage now, right as Kailan is in the process of leaving it.  We can usually decifer what Kai is telling us, through his string of twenty quasi-words.  The five or so we can semi-understand gets us pretty close to what he is trying to tell us.  Lately I have been feeling a sense of dread come over me as I see Anya entering this phase.  I’m not sure I’m ready to start from scratch again.  Now we have TWO highly frustrated toddlers in our house.

Shrieking, crying, and tantrum-throwing frustrated toddlers.  If you thought one was bad, you should come to our house on a bad day.  It isn’t pretty.

Those are the days that you make sure the windows are closed so your neighbors don’t think you are abusing your children.  We really don’t have a toddler torture chamber in the basement.  We aren’t holding cheese just beyond their reach and giving them the evil Mwah HA HA laugh.

The shrieking sure sounds like they are being tortured, but it really is just mad toddlers.  They are mad because their obviously stupid parents don’t understand what “Bwaa go oh me ga” means.  What a tortured life the toddler leads.