Yep, you read the title right. The Little Lady had her first all-out FIT today, which resulted in her trying to run away.
Is this normal for an 18 month old???????? Or, am I just in for it?
It was totally my fault. I wouldn’t let her eat a tube of chap-stick. Awful Mother of the Year Award Recipient, right here. I took her new lollipop away, took the waxy pieces out of her mouth, and placed the tube out of reach.
EAR-PIERCING SHRIEKS immediately flew out of her down turned mouth. Good GRIEF, that girl can wail. She scared a lady at the grocery store last week, who promptly called her a sad little Mariah Carey. I don’t think that was a compliment.
Since my in-laws are here, I tried to be very diplomatic with my screaming, red-faced, angry child. I tried to explain that chap-stick wasn’t meant to be eaten. I tried to explain that I was saving her from a not-so-nice-digestion-situation.
She. Did. Not. Care.
She screamed and screamed and screamed. Then, she stomped her feet.
Oh HECK no!
I’ve heard you’re supposed to ignore such behavior. Uh, yeah — I’m still working on that reaction. My immediate reaction was a flare of anger just as intense as hers . But, you know, inlaws are here . . . gotta be a good mom . . . and a good wife. . . and a good cook . . . and a good housekeeper . . . and a good chauffeur.
Anway, Mommy decided to try and placate the Little Lady by offering blueberries. She scorned my offering.
I took her outside, normally her absolute favorite thing in the whole wide world. For a brief moment, I thought my brilliant parenting scheme had worked. She was quiet. I sat her down and smiled my “Encouraging-You-To-Be-Good” smile.
In turn, the Little Lady ground her baby teeth together, clenched her fists, and ran in place. Oh, yeah, and she screamed. She kept screaming as she turned around and tried to run into the garage, heading for the car.
Thank GOODNESS she didn’t have the keys. I don’t know that I can outrun a ticked-off toddler in a Mercedes.