Post by Regina Philange on Jul 16, 2013 10:07:57 GMT -5
Lou didn't understand why he couldn't poke a six month old in the eye. He giggled while doing it. When we made him stop, it was like the earth was shattering.
Post by musiclover on Jul 16, 2013 10:43:14 GMT -5
No real trantrums here....... yet (knocks on wood) but he has shown frustration/anger/sadness over the followng things lately: I would not let him smash the leggo car his brother had just made I would not allow him to fling his food across the dinner table I would not allow him to play with the receiver knobs on the sound system I made him put down our neighbors toy so we could go home and give him a bath, he actually was weeping,it broke my heart. I won't let him bite me
I asked her to eat at least a bite of her breakfast before demanding to be let down. Not what she wanted to hear. I took her new mini keyboard away so the cashier could scan it. How dare I want to pay for items before leaving the store.
I took away her fluoride-free toothpaste because instead of letting me put it on her toothbrush for her, she wanted to suck it out of the bottle. It says safe if swallowed but I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean digesting the entire bottle at once.
Emerson Kate, born 38w5d on 4/6/12 at 6:02 p.m., 5 lbs 13 oz and 18 3/4 inches. Lucas Matthew, born 39w5d on 4/11/14 at 8:20 a.m., 7 lbs 4 oz and 20 inches.
"Snaaaaaaack! I'm so hungry! I want cheese! No I don't! I want grapes! No! No grapes! I want... Yogurt! You opened the yogurt? I don't want that! I want blueberries! What? You're offering me a blueberry??" *throws self on ground*
Post by skiesthelimit on Jul 16, 2013 14:06:45 GMT -5
I took off his rubber boots so I could get him ready for DC. For some reason this morning he HAD to wear rubber boots... I wouldn't let him run in rubber boots while holding a toothbrush I wouldn't let him stick a toonie in his mouth
I gave her a piece of an oreo. She threw it in rage on the ground. She pointed to my oreo and was rageful I wouldn't give it to her. Daddy took her upstairs for a nap. She wanted mommy. Mommy was nice and came upstairs to rock her to sleep. She wanted daddy. (I think she wanted us both to mash up on either side of her or something).
I put up a video on IG the other day of a tantrum. He saw his water table on the deck and wanted to play with it, but we were leaving the house, so he didn't get to. Cue raspberry blowing, tears streaming, snot coming down, doing circles around me. I'm so mean.