Some days I feel outmatched as a mom. My one-year-old, Dax, has always had a knack for tantrums, but the past couple of weeks he’s really stepped up his game.
Here are a few sources of his latest angry tirades.
“Daaaa!” (Daddy! Don’t leave me!)
“Ahhhhhrrr!” (Don’t shut fridge door!)
“Ooww!” (Must go outside!)
“Ck! Ck!” (I want snack!)
“Ck! Ck!” (Give me drink!)
“Ck! Ck!” (Want milk! No water!)
“Ahhh ga!!!” (Orange juice!!! No milk!!!)
We have a ceiling projector set up in our basement. My kids had just finished watching a cartoon and Dax had the remote! For fear of losing the remote forever, (as we have before) I confiscated the remote. And it began.
Dax was mad! I was standing up and he started ramming into my leg, also pinching me! Ouch!
I attempted to ignore him and reached up to turn off the ceiling projector. And, this is the honest truth. A can of V-8 fruit juice fell from the sky and landed on my already screaming boy’s head! (Please see footnote for falling juice explanation.)
Have you ever seen an already angry toddler get hit in the head? He thought I did it on purpose! I tried to cuddle my injured man, but he wanted nothing to do with that. Now he was really mad. For the next five minutes, Dax kept running and screaming. Then he would purposely fall into a crying roll on the floor. Again and again.
I decided to sit down and observe. This backfired. Crying, angry toddler came right at me and rammed his head into my knee! My mommy heart just went out to my crazy injured dude. He crumpled in my lap for just a minute. I carried him upstairs.
But he didn’t truly want cuddles. Dax was just revamping. As soon as we sat down, the guy took off! He continued his screaming run and roll maneuver for another ten minutes! I’m not sure he even knew why at this point.
Finally, my toddler wore himself out. Dax got up, with tears still in his eyes, and headed to the kitchen. He found a few goldfish crackers on a bench.
After his munching, my tired little boy came over and gave me the sweetest cuddles. My favorite thing! We sang “Twinkle Twinkle.” His favorite thing! He was smiling and giggling…until the next tantrum.
Footnote: I called my husband and inquired, “Did you happen to put a can of juice on top of the projector?”
“No. Why would I…oh wait. Ya I did. I was trying to get the projector to go lower.”
“Huh. Nice to know.”
Extra Footnote: The pictures are not from the ultimate tantrum. They are from this morning. He was mad because I wouldn’t let him teeter around on the top edge of the bathroom tub.