Yesterday, Abigail was playing sweetly in the sink with two measuring cups. She was having the best time putting water in the cups and then dumping it out.
I was using this time to arrange Christmas outfits, clean up our dinner dishes and charge the camera for the pending Christmas program at William’s school. Matt got William dressed and now it was Abigail’s turn. In my mommy sing-song voice, I told her it was time to get down and get dressed. My 18th month old is a child of few words (she really only about 10 or so words right now) and she simply replied “no.” I told her again it was time to get down. She didn’t even look at me to answer a firm “no.” I asserted my mommy authority and removed her from the kitchen stool were she was playing in the sink.
At this point, my adorable, easy going little girl started a tantrum that would make any toddler proud. She let out a great screech, arched her little back and made herself floppy when I tried to hold her. She DID NOT want her little Christmas dress or a new diaper or her cute shoes.
How soon I forgot about this age. William went through this but I had easily wiped it from my memory once he grew out of it. Sure, we still butt heads, but I have seen very few tantrums in the last year.
In the end, Abby did get dressed, got a hair bow, and was back playing in the sink before it was time to go. I, however, was sweating and out of breath from wrestling the flailing and angry baby into the prissy Christmas attire. I sat back to catch my breath and was very amused how Abby went from zero to mach 10 hissy fit and then back in such a short time. Here is the photo of the face that gave me when it was all over. Don’t let kids fool you, they know what they are doing…
I was using this time to arrange Christmas outfits, clean up our dinner dishes and charge the camera for the pending Christmas program at William’s school. Matt got William dressed and now it was Abigail’s turn. In my mommy sing-song voice, I told her it was time to get down and get dressed. My 18th month old is a child of few words (she really only about 10 or so words right now) and she simply replied “no.” I told her again it was time to get down. She didn’t even look at me to answer a firm “no.” I asserted my mommy authority and removed her from the kitchen stool were she was playing in the sink.
At this point, my adorable, easy going little girl started a tantrum that would make any toddler proud. She let out a great screech, arched her little back and made herself floppy when I tried to hold her. She DID NOT want her little Christmas dress or a new diaper or her cute shoes.
How soon I forgot about this age. William went through this but I had easily wiped it from my memory once he grew out of it. Sure, we still butt heads, but I have seen very few tantrums in the last year.
In the end, Abby did get dressed, got a hair bow, and was back playing in the sink before it was time to go. I, however, was sweating and out of breath from wrestling the flailing and angry baby into the prissy Christmas attire. I sat back to catch my breath and was very amused how Abby went from zero to mach 10 hissy fit and then back in such a short time. Here is the photo of the face that gave me when it was all over. Don’t let kids fool you, they know what they are doing…
3 comments:
Aaaaaah, ha ha ha ha! I love both of those stories! I didn't catch the first post about the blog title. I cracked up at that first picture of Abigail with the cups crying and Will cheezing in the back.
hee heeeeeee! I am so glad you have a blog now!
LOVE IT! I'm so glad I'm not alone in the whole floppy body tantrum thing that Jonas has just started. Love the new blog, by the way!
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