Some days... OK, most days, I just need to remind myself to breath. Especially on days like today. Not that today was any different than any other day, it was just a day.
Well Kaleb decided to throw the mother of all tantrums today (actually, I call all of his temper tantrums the mother of all tantrums... he's got 'em down good). And a day wouldn't be a day without Kaleb throwing some sort of fit where I have to call in a priest to perform an exorcism of sorts. Say it with me now, "Demons be gone!". Today's tantrum was just shy of the projectile vomit and spinning head. He was screaming so loud that my friend in a different apartment building called to make sure everything was OK. You get the picture.
So I sat Kaleb in a lengthy time out (long enough for him to regain some self control) and when he was able to talk to me without reaching an ear piercing decibel he was able to get down. I was sitting on the floor in the corner of the kitchen and Kaleb was at the opposite end. He slowly walks up to me not cracking a smile; his face bright red, his eyes swollen from crying. I don't say a thing, he doesn't say a thing. Then finally he gets his big Kaleb smirk on his face, jumps on top of me, and gives me a big hug melting my heart in the process (he's a smart boy). He looks at me and says sweetly, "Mom, I'm sorry".
Well Kaleb decided to throw the mother of all tantrums today (actually, I call all of his temper tantrums the mother of all tantrums... he's got 'em down good). And a day wouldn't be a day without Kaleb throwing some sort of fit where I have to call in a priest to perform an exorcism of sorts. Say it with me now, "Demons be gone!". Today's tantrum was just shy of the projectile vomit and spinning head. He was screaming so loud that my friend in a different apartment building called to make sure everything was OK. You get the picture.
So I sat Kaleb in a lengthy time out (long enough for him to regain some self control) and when he was able to talk to me without reaching an ear piercing decibel he was able to get down. I was sitting on the floor in the corner of the kitchen and Kaleb was at the opposite end. He slowly walks up to me not cracking a smile; his face bright red, his eyes swollen from crying. I don't say a thing, he doesn't say a thing. Then finally he gets his big Kaleb smirk on his face, jumps on top of me, and gives me a big hug melting my heart in the process (he's a smart boy). He looks at me and says sweetly, "Mom, I'm sorry".
.jpg)
As part of his punishment I made him let me take his pictures. Call it what you want; sweet portraits of a tired little boy who's had a long day or mug shots or perhaps a combination of both..jpg)
I keep telling myself that the terrible two's have got to end soon, right? I mean the boy is 4 & 1/2 and by the rate he is going he should be out of it by at least age 18. 
8 comments:
I am so very glad to hear that I'm not the only mother of a "spirited" child. Yes, he really is very cute.
Now I understand why the most spirited children are some of the cutest, it's so their parents don't kill them.
Those are cute. Yeah, not quite sure when the tantrums are supposed to end. I've wondered that a number of times myself. Guess it's not just a girl thing huh?! Good luck with that.
Can i get an extension on those lashes?
hee hee, we heard him too. At first I asked Mr Renn if he was the one you talked too. Apparently somebody else heard him too. Too funny!
I guess he knows where ALL your buttons are.
Gotta love living in an apartment when you have those moments! So many times when my kids are sreaming I am thankful we are living in our own place finally. What a cute moment in the end though, and great shots! Hayden does the same thing. As soon as he knows he's in trouble he flashes the sweetest grin and reaches to give me a hug. Little manipulators! just kidding. Parker is starting to show signs of a "spirited child" too, throwing tantrums already. I am in for it, I tell ya!
well, I'm gald someone from another building heard, because I'm in the same building and I didn't hear, oopps, maybe it's because he was drowned out by the screaming of my 16 month old at the top of her lungs!!
Glad to know that we share somethign in common :)
Keep on going!
oh kaleb, i will miss hearing him first hand!
Post a Comment