Kale woke up from his nap yesterday angry and bleating and when I went in to find out What the Hecks was going on, he was holding his red little hand out like a bee had stung it and I realized that his hand must have fallen asleep and it took every single ounce of my strength not to laugh directly in his face as I “there, there”-d him and patted his bum and rubbed his hand, and put him back down to sleep.
There’s been a lot of moments like these lately. Moments where his sheer anger and frustration and TODDLER RAGE is actually laughable. I mean, there’s also been a relatively equal amount of moments where his TODDLER RAGE is, well, freakin’ pointless and I find the blood pressure rising because NO SERIOUSLY YOU CANNOT MOUNT THE DOG LIKE A HORSE FOR THE ELEVENTY BILLIONTH TIME.
Kale’s a fairly even-keeled kid, and I would like to think that’s because his parents display even-keeled behaviour around him. There have been a lot of times where after calmly reminding him that “no, Mooki doesn’t need another treat, she is sleeping and we should leave her alone”, I have had to go into the bathroom and silently ram my fist into my waiting palm a few times. Or bite my tongue or the inside of my cheek – those are fairly regular occurences. But for the most part, his moments of anger are short lived, easily distracted, and so far, have not ventured too far into that knock down full on tantrum that I FEAR FEAR FEAR.
Some good friends of ours (Hi Karina and Kevin) long ago told Ross and I the story of their daughter’s first tantrum, and how it lasted some ridiculous amount of time, like two hours or something, and how they realized that if they were in for a penny they were in for a pound and that when the ultimatum was issued about “‘until you comply with X, you can’t do X” they realized they needed to just RIDE. IT. OUT. And I remember as they were laughing and recounting this story to a childless Ross and I, that we were like deer in headlights and afterwards had a conversation in the car about “huh, wow, I hope that never happens to us!” Now I sit on the edge of sanity more or less 24/7 because I’m waiting for TODDLER RAGE to spring forth and a full on knock down tantrum to the nth degree to happen.
So far, Kale has only had quick fleeting moments and each time they pass I am like “Hallelujah, sistah,” under my breath. Because I tell ya, I fear the TODDLER RAGE and I think they can smell that – they’re like lions on the hunt and I am the weakest antelope looking like a nice, light snack. I can more or less hear him saying YOU ARE THE WEAKEST ANTELOPE. GOODBYE.
Kale is fun most of these days, which is a good case for a second child. The days when he is an arse – not so much. But truly, he’s a fun kid lately. For Easter, I gave him some glittery stickers to stick on some paper. That was apparently a major good time. Even afterwards, shredding the paper up into bits was also fun.
And also some lovely smelling bubble bath. He has only had a bubble bath once or twice before because he has similar skin to mine that means he’s a bit sensitive to itchery. He LOVED it and splashed about partying it up. Anyone have any tips out there for natural-ish bubblebath with little irritants?
And it was hard work, this Easter long weekend business. He did have a couple of mini eggs too, which he loved (of course). And he crashed hard for nap. So blissful when they are sleeping. Oy.