Saturday, April 2, 2011

An encounter with the Terrible Two Monster

It exists. I met it yesterday, I'm not a fan.

Alex and I went for a lovely walk to the park. It was a nice spring day and the playground was open! Alex got to play in for the first time since November. Happy kid! The monster came when I tried to get him to leave. He started to fuss so I gave him a few more minutes. No go. He freaked out and had to be carried all the way home. I even got some celebrity stink eye on the way home (from a local politician). For my readers without kids let me describe the TANTRUM (totally needs all caps):

Picture yourself on Survivor. It's day 27. You're hungry, you're smelly. Tribal council is tonight. You go for a nice walk to clear your head. You're walking through the woods when you spot a wild boar. Score! Instead of going back to camp to get big strong hulky Colby to hunt the boar you have the brilliant idea to catch it yourself. Amazingly you catch it and pick it up. The boar is smallish, but still about 25-30 lbs. It starting kicking and squealing furiously in your arms, but you're not letting go, you don't want to get voted off the island. After 5 minutes of struggle as you walk you think, the boar's tired. Maybe he'll just walk nicely beside me, like Babe. He's a good pig. So, stupidly, you put down the wild boar. It tears off in the opposite direction of course, because hello?? it's a wild boar! You miraculously catch it again and continue carrying it back to camp. Kicking. And. Screaming. Once back at the camp? That boar does in fact turn back into Babe the pig, with all his please and thank yous. Baaa ram you!

Not fun. I was however rewarded though with a three hour nap after that. Sooooo tired.

In completely unrelated news (umm there were trees at the park, so it's sort of related if you squint...)
I'm doing a guest spot on Curiosity's blog Emotional Umbrella. Willing guinea pigs are submitting trees they've drawn to my semi-expert analysis. Draw a tree, get analyzed. If you want to submit a tree you can find out details here. Curiosity is collecting the trees until this coming Wednesday April 6th if you'd like to get in on the fun.

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When Frances is being fun like that, I carry her on my hip, horizontal, with her pointing out so she can't hit/kick me. It's awesome.
Oh no! These kinds of episodes are so trying... little a had a few a couple of months ago, but I'm sure we have more on the horizon. Your telling of the story is hilarious, though!! Hold onto that sense of humour. I think we're going to need it over the coming years.
Ughhh. They all go through it, I guess. Just ignore it and haul him home, and it'll pass eventually. I remember when my goddaughter pitched a tantrum while I was babysitting her - I took hair pins away from her, mean lady that I am. She threw herself on the ground and started pounding it with her hands and feet. I thought that was a made-up stereotype. But nope.

So I stepped over her prone, screaming body and started making lunch. She stopped eventually and came into the kitchen to see what I was doing!

Her mother was always really good about ignoring tantrums so she got through the terrible twos before she even hit age two. But the fours were even harder...
By the time my girlfriend had her third child (her first was a tantrum pro), she was amused at the trantrums. She told me they were in a store and the youngest pitched a fit and they said, "Oh, look, honey! It's her first tantrum!" ;D

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