|Circa July 2009- an indication of what was to be?|
Tantrums are inevitable with any toddler. The frequency can differ, yes, but even the most well-behaved child on the planet will eventually break down into screeches and wails at times (usually somewhere public- you know, for giggles-sake).
My child will throw herself onto the floor shrieking when I dare to shut the refrigerator door, or (*gasp*) refuse to turn on Dora for her.
Overall, however, Avery has been on the agreeable end of the spectrum, often forgoing a sobbing fit for any distraction at all (My personal favorite? Animal crackers. Works every time).
Nonetheless, she has more recently begun to be rather, um, shall we say- petulant- in some situations.
Example #1: At a catered dinner with a large crowd at my in-laws abode, Avery grabbed the large plate of (red-sauce smothered) food that I had painstakingly cut up into tiny pieces, threw it onto the living-room floor, screamed “NO!” at the top of her lungs (just in case there was one person that wasn't turned around to look at this point), then proceed to stomp through it in anger.
Example #2: During the free-play time after a library program, Avery had accumulated several toys at her spot. She then decided that a stuffed animal (that I'm pretty sure a little boy had brought from home) would make an excellent addition to her collection. Stomping over toward the child like a snorting bull, Avery tried to grab Barney the Dinosaur out of his hands. He was older and stronger, though, so she couldn't grasp it. Yelling “SHARE!” (which she apparently thinks means, “Gimme all your stuff”) and then falling to the ground in a tearful rage, she caused such a commotion that all the other parents were staring at me. I choked out a quiet “sorry,” then slipped out.
Example #3: While grocery shopping, I made the mistake of wheeling my lovely child down the baby aisle to pick up some diapers. Whomever the diabolical barbarian is who designs the lane item displays is a complete jerk, because in order to get to said diapers, one must pass a throng of frivolous toys that appeal most to children who have been imprisoned in the front of a grocery cart for 45 minutes. Needless to say, Avery caused another scene, this time by pointing furiously and screaming “ELMO!” and crying when I sped past the Sesame Street block set as quickly as possible. The only thing that would calm her down was opening up the bag of goldfish crackers from the cart and allowing her to consume a good portion.
Is this an early showing of what the “terrible 2's” are going to be like?