What do they call it when you do something to your parent when you’re a kid, and then when you’re grown up your own kid does the exact same thing to…your spouse?
I call it…hilarious! :-)
It won’t be for long, I’m sure, that I’m spared from the teeth of doom, but it seems the girl wonder is hitting another milestone ahead of the curve.
Unfortunately, this milestone is tantrums.
Yikes!
First off, let me re-iterate that she can be SO sweet, and we just adore her to pieces. But, she also has a bit of a temper sometimes, and is struggling to…ahem…express herself appropriately at all times.
Her little 14-month old brain just can’t get itself around the idea that she can’t have everything she wants, regardless of how dangerous or “not ours” it is. If she gets frustrated, she roars like a dinosaur, stomps her feet, and, worst of all, sometimes looks for something to bite. So far, the objects of her toothly terror have included a metal baby gate, her own toe, and Michael’s pants.
Hahahaha!
Apparently I was a bit of a knee-biter when I was a tot, so my mother is really enjoying that my own child has this same tendency. I can’t believe I am laughing about this, but you can tell when Lily gets so overwhelmed with frustration, that she just starts searching for something to take it out on. When she bit Michael’s knee because he wouldn’t give her something she wanted, all she got was the fabric of his pants, but I can’t tell you which of the three of us was most surprised that she did that. Fortunately, when she went to bite her toe, she seemed to think better about biting down once she actually got it in her mouth. She also seemed to re-think how hard she wanted to bite once she got the metal baby gate in her mouth. At least she has a bit of self-preservation instinct that peeks through even when she’s SOOOOO devastated about being told she can’t have a dirty sippy cup from the dishwasher (details of why she would want a dirty sippy cup to come in another post).
So, who knows what the next year will bring. Will we have a longer period of the “terrible 2’s” since we’re already starting, or are we just getting it over with sooner? Who knows. It was bound to come, and I’m not as worried about it as I thought I would be. It’s a normal part of the process of her figuring out her world and how to express herself, so I will just hope for patience and the understanding of fellow grocery store customers when they hear me telling a screaming, tantruming 14-month old, “No, Lily, you cannot hold that bottle of wine in the shopping cart. I know you really WANT to hold bottle of wine, but it’s glass so you can’t have it because it could break. And trust me, baby…Mama is really going to NEED that wine…”
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