Moving house II

The last month was hard. The boys did not react well to all the changes. We had taken all possible precautions to make the move a smooth transition.
– The boys helped with packing (and loved it.)
– We explained what was going to happen many times (and they understood and were excited.)
– We took them to the new house several times before we moved. (they were really looking forward to it.)
– We let them help with little things in the new house (tearing of wallpaper is their favourite.)
– We moved some toys already to show them how moving worked (mom, can we keep this?)
– We read stories about moving (which they loved.)
– We showed them the empty old house after moving (and had them run around to their delight.)
– We explored the new neighbourhood together (they love all the new shops.)

And those things all worked: they absolutely love the new house. They could not be happier that we have stairs now and they love their new big bedroom, the garden and their play area.
BUT…  their behaviour was horrible most of the time. They got upset about everything, said no to anything you would suggest, started throwing their toys around a lot, screamed so much I feel I got deaf, not even to mention the spitting and crying uncontrollably when we said NO to them. It was a nightmare, we did not recognise our boys anymore.

Sadly there was no solution, all the above mentioned things did not work against the endless tantrums they threw. Even the always working solution of taking them apart and giving them love, hugs and special attention would not stop these moods.

And being twins, the tantrum of one caused the other one to get upset too, even if he was playing nicely before.So it really never ended.
The only solution was time. We suffered for weeks and weeks. Now it finally seems to get better. We are still not there but at least there are some hours in the day they are tantrum-free. Let’s hope this phase is over soon. Mommy and Daddy feel like they aged forty years in four weeks.

A strange Monday morning

I had the most interesting experience yesterday morning. It was the first day of school after the holidays and something very strange happened. The boys were eager to get up, go to the toilet, get dressed and eat their breakfast. Everything ran so smoothly I even had time to read a story. They brushed their teeth, put on their jackets and sat down in the buggy before I was ready to leave. That’s how happy they were to go and see their teacher again.

Why is this strange you may ask? If you have (had) toddlers, you already know the answer. This sounds like a surreal fairy tale. Toddlers are not known to not make a fuss. My boys are famous for their episodes about what to wear. They pick out their own clothes, they decide which shoes to wear and which jacket. If what they want to wear happens to be in the laundry… you can imagine the drama!
They also must refuse their breakfast at least 87 times before they take an unwilling bite. They also feel the need to run away every morning before I manage to get them to brush their teeth and make it a habit to take off their shoes right before we leave, because they decided on other shoes. So yes, it was a strange Monday indeed.

I am happy to report though that everything was back to normal this morning. I had to chase them down to get them in the buggy, both upset that there was no time for me to read a story. I had to rush to get to school on time and stuffed the last bites of their breakfast sandwiches in their mouths at school and had to drag them to their classroom, before they realised they actually like being there. Sigh. I wish toddlers would understand cause and effect already.