Honestly, I’ve been blessed over the years of babies in our house to have kids that — for the most part — didn’t throw a lot of tantrums. Well, either that, or I’ve been blessed with forgetfulness.
These days, I feel like Vincent is making me pay for that.
Vincent, oh my Vincent.
That boy throws tantrums like nothing I have ever seen. And they don’t even make sense! He’ll make it very clear that he wants something — say, a cup of chocolate milk — and then as you go about preparing it, he starts throwing a fit. Some days he just wakes up throwing a fit. I’ve never seen anything like it.
The way in which he throws his tantrums is ridiculous, too. He literally throws himself on the floor and kicks his feet and pounds his fists. Lately he’s gone to sitting down on the floor and throwing his head backwards. This morning, he was ticked off that Craig wasn’t home from work yet when he woke up and he screamed all the way to daycare.
When he was about 6 months younger, he wasn’t talking as much and I thought the tantrums were just the result of a lack of communication. But now, he knows how to communicate, and like I said, sometimes even though he communicates he wants something and we go about doing it, he still throws a fit.
As for how I handle it, I try not to pay it any mind. If we’re at home, I just make sure he’s in a safe place and ignore him. In the car it’s a bit different, though. This morning I thought I was going to go crazy if he wouldn’t stop, so I stopped by McDonald’s and got him some chocolate milk which seemed to calm him down the remaining way to daycare.
I guess the point of this is to document that this kid…
|Hanging out with Daddy|
|About to do something ornery, for sure|
|going down the slide|
|after eating a powdered donut|