At the moment I feel like I should market Bubba to Apple. She sounds like a promotion for their products most of the time: iCarry, iSit, iPlay, iWalk, iGet, iHelp. If I saw her face on the box, I’d be inclined to buy whatever she was selling. Okay, so I’m a little biased, but still.

When she was first communicating I wrote this post wishing for an app to help decipher her  cries. When your child turns two, everyone seemingly warns you of the terrible twos. Although we seem to be doing okay two and a half months into them, we have definitely had our moments. And one of those was yesterday.

Let’s call it iCatastrophe.

We were visiting friends. Bubba was on the trampoline with some of the bigger kids. All was going swimmingly well. At one point, she even had the trampoline to herself so I took some photos of her having a ball. Then one of the boys wanted to hop back on so I tried to explain to her that it was time for her to hop off {pun intended} and let him jump around like crazy – as eight year old boys are want to do.

Other than this look {which could strike fear into a lesser mortal} she seemed okay about getting off the trampoline.

Until I tried to cross the threshold between back garden and house. Oh no you don’t lady! What are you thinking? Have you lost your mind entirely?

What ensued was a complete toddler meltdown. A catastrophic temper tantrum which included running away from me when she finally escaped my arms and throwing herself down on the ground outside – with an audience of about 12 adults plus kids – and hitting the ground with her fists screaming no mumma with all of her might.

It took half an hour, three mothers, a dummy, some time to ourselves, cuddles, kisses and a rice cracker to settle her enough to put her in the car and head home for a sleep. I know it could have been worse. We could have been in public and the people could have been strangers instead of friends, two of whom I have known since I was a 16 year old school girl. So I had the support I needed. And so did Love Bug. She needed comforting but there were moments in there I was not the person she wanted it from.

That was her third major quake, although we have had a few aftershocks, but they’re going to happen. Other than those moments, and the whingeing instead of using words, when I know she’s got them but is just grumpy, I think we’re doing okay so far with the twos.

Those moments make a mumma age faster than the happy moments I’m sure. And I just wish there was an app which could pick up the undercurrent and give a little forewarning when iCatastrophe is about to strike.

You know, just so a mumma can be prepared!