Tantrums

Packing Fun. Or not.

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Top left: Crying fit, face down, banging feet and all. Because he wanted to play with the very same train tracks (wooden) he insisted I pack up earlier in the day and oh yeah, I turned on the wrong Thomas episode. No, I do not want to watch this new one I maybe haven’t seen yet, Mommy, how dare you.

Bottom left: Hiding because he was upset I was taking a picture of his ridiculous fit on the floor.

Top right: Oh, wait, maybe I do want to see this Thomas episode.

Bottom right: Yes, this is interesting, I haven’t seen this one before, yes, I think I’ll sit here for  a bit and quietly watch this while Mommy packs.

 

In all reality T has actually been pretty good about the packing. He’s been insisting I pack up his trains for days and I finally got so frustrated that I put the lid on the container and taped it up. I knew better. He’s been trying to be helpful, though occasionally in his desire to be helpful he is actually un-helpful; but in a very cute way.

 

In other news, I feel as though I’m slowly loosing my mind. Will we get it all done in time? Of course! Will we be sane when it’s done? Probably not until we’ve arrived in Summerville and returned the rental trailer.

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He’s full of will – not food.

Don’t let that sweet, pout face suck you in…See that perfectly, balanced, healthy meal? He ate the corn. ONLY. Usually he is all about broccoli but for some reason this night’s broccoli was “funny” tasting.

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And those 5 tiny pieces of chicken? The cause of the face. The cause of the retreated stance. And the cause of the resulting tantrum, bottom pop, and immediate bedtime.

To be clear, he did not earn the pop because he didn’t eat. He got that because of his actions during the tantrum. I’m still not completely sure I know why I decided that I was going to put my foot down on this issue. I think it’s because he went to a friend’s house and was willing to try shrimp there but I can’t get him to try a piece of chicken (which tastes a lot like the Dino Chicken nuggets he eats!!!) at our house.

Dave and I have been…ok, well, I have been wondering if we are enabling T’s picky eating/refusal to try new foods. He is a good eater in that he eats really, really healthy foods. Today’s lunch? Peanut-butter sandwich, carrots, cucumbers, kale leaves and some peanut-butter crackers. He even instructed me which compartment each thing went into. He ate some of the kale leaves to be sure they were, in fact, the “salad” that he liked. THEN he grabbed the rest of the cucumber and asked if he could eat it on the way to school… “uh, sure, kiddo.”

We just can’t get him to try new, different things. I got him some “Mickey Mouse” shaped chicken nuggets because they were made with whole grain breading unlike the dino nuggets. He maybe ate them twice before declaring that he didn’t like them at all. Sure enough, I get the dino nuggets and after some initial complaining, he ended up eating two of them. And also let me know that he likes them better withOUT the ketchup.

*smack in the face* Most kids will eat more things when they are covered in ketchup, or ranch dressing. Not, Tarleton.

Why am I complaining? I don’t know. Dave and I kind of think we should stick with what he likes because, well, other than the typical snacky-things (donuts, cupcakes, gummi worms) he eats healthy all by himself. He will say “I don’t like that now, but I will like when I’m bigger. Then I will try it.” So maybe we should just listen to him and let him let us know when he’s ready to branch out. It’s been working so far…he started eating spinach leaves and kale leaves when I started juicing them; he asked to try them instead of putting them in the juicer – and he liked them!! He likes them so much he will pull pieces and eat them before we’ve even paid for them at the store.

So again, I ask, maybe we should just listen to him. We should still ask and offer, but maybe he will try all these new things when he’s a little bigger. In his little world, a little bit bigger is every single day. He could suddenly ask to eat something new and different tomorrow because tomorrow he will be a little bit bigger than today.

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The Creative, Imaginative, Destructive Child

IMG_0394I don’t know what else to call him. His intelligence stops me in my tracks some times. And please don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to brag here. (Of course I think he’s the smartest, greatest, etc, etc, child in the world!) He just comes up with these logical arguments that are, no kidding, difficult for an adult to dispute without bold face lying.

So now you know. Some times I am FORCED to lie to my child. I try not to, but on occasion “Because I said so” really isn’t a decent enough answer for a 3-year-old. As in, if I were him, getting those answers, I’d keep questioning too.

Back to the main subject though. He is constantly creating games so elaborate that if you don’t pay close attention too all the details (because he always explains to you) and accidentally move one of the “pieces” you will have a full on meltdown on your hands. And then the meltdowns become destructive. Why? We can’t figure it out. Why on earth would he want to destroy his beloved toys? We’re working on getting him to harness his frustration in a less destructive way so he learns early how to deal with his temper. This picture is from a day during our sickness, yes, but it is also the result of a mess, then Mommy demanding he clean up, then him being furious and making more of a mess. It was after this particular incident that because Mommy had to inevitably clean up the room he lost his trains for two full days. The grinch in me wanted to make it a week but we had sitters set up in two days and I didn’t want to completely screw them over.

He’s lost puzzle pieces indefinitely at the moment because he just can’t pull ONE out at a time and play with it properly before we have a full mess of numerous puzzles all mixed up. (Thankfully, they have markers on the back of the pieces so I don’t completely lose my mind and toss them in the trash.) It isn’t because he’s just doing a “52 card pickup” with the pieces. No, he’s using the pieces as “candy” in a game he’s created. Or, he uses them as markers to indicate a new “train station” in a different part of his room (or ours, or the living room, well, hell, the whole freaking house!!) It would be easier to take them away from him if he was just making a mess. But, no, he has a REASON for each piece being where it is. The problem comes when he doesn’t want to pick them up. The reason? Wait for it…

“Mommy, I’m out of energy. I don’t think I can pick them up right now. Maybe after a show I will have more energy.”

Kid.

He hasn’t been super thrilled with Mommy’s and Daddy’s response: “Well, if you don’t have energy then you need to lay in your bed until you have more. With no leap pad, no Mommy’s Nook, no electronics…just lay there and rest and fill back up with energy.”

“Oh, well maybe I have a little energy.”

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Fitness Friday?

A question because, yes, it is indeed Friday and I’m dressed to go to the gym. However, as we were headed to the car, (oh yeah, the front door was locked and everything!) T decided to race me to the car then race back to the house, back towards the car but not close enough for me to catch him, etc. Then he stuck himself in between the screen door and front door and repeatedly told me “NO” when I told him to come to me, then counted to 3. Annnnd then he started to have a colossal fit in the front yard as I grabbed his hand and held it as I opened the front door announcing that we would not be going to the gym/play place.

Someone please explain my three year old’s thinking. I want to go to the play place while mommy exercises, but I don’t want to listen to mommy and get to the car???!

That was a little over 30 minutes ago and now he’s napping. Maybe we will try again later. Now that I’ve got him laying down for “quiet time” (his choice to fall asleep) I want to sleep.

In other fitness news, I’ve lost 3lbs. So that brings my total since starting this blog to 5lbs. 😉 I’ll take it.

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I needed a time out

It’s been a rough day. Well, it’s been a rough few days to be honest. T’s behavior is just getting worse…no, that’s not quite precise. When he listens he is really a pretty good kid. Suddenly though, when he really wants something you don’t want him to have/do and you says so, all hell breaks loose. Today I reached the “I’m about to burst into tears and show weakness in front of my 3 year old who just hit and smacked me repeatedly.”

So I put him in time out and called my mom. After 5 minutes of venting and trying to get advice he removd himself from time out and she got to over hear what I’ve been dealing with…including more hitting. Thankfully I was on the phone with her so she could talk me off the ledge of tears again.

After separating myself from him for a little bit I got back to the task at hand -getting out the door so we could run some
errands. He passed out within two blocks. I knew he was tired, but that still doesn’t excuse the behavior.

I’m typing this while at the gym because this is my ultimate time out: working out the stress and being separated from T for a little while. Unfortunately he is somewhat rewarded since he gets socialization and play time, but as it’s my only outlet that doesn’t require a babysitter (i.e. extra money spent) and helps me towards my health goals, it’s really the best “Mommy time out” I can ask for.

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Ok, now we’re home since my phone battery died. Little man is supposed to be in bed, but for the third time he’s just ventured out of his room asking for something. One of those times resulted in another “fit” – and I’m again fighting tears trying to be strong and firm while my heart literally feels as though it’s breaking.

Perhaps his genuine good behavior was just too good to be true? I want to believe that I/we were doing something right back then before he could reason as well and I’m really confused as to why it hasn’t continued?! I can’t finish reading 1-2-3 Magic fast enough. I’m ashamed at how much I now realize in these last 3 days how much I’ve come to depend on Dave’s firmer man-voice to quell a tantrum before it really gets started. I’m happy that at least my version of depression/crazy is the sad, weepy kind and not the angry/violent kind. Isn’t that twisted? I’m sad but happy that I’m sad?

I had to decide to juice this week? THIS week that’s turning into one of those weeks that just demands things like alcohol and wine and all sorts of comforting yummy foods.

It’s been 10 minutes and he’s still in bed…longest stretch so far tonight so I’m thinking as soon as he’s asleep it’s shower and bed for this drained momma and we’re hitting the Y early for another Mommy time out.

*Update* This is enough of a “Wednesday Weather Report” – I think we can all see what kind of week I’ve had!

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