I knew mr C was going to be a handful but boy did I underestimate just how much of a handful.
In many ways he is so much better than his big brother.
He has had some periods of sleeping through which are heavenly and has started to settle into daycare a lot quicker than Mr D ever did.
But he has already been showing signs of being a huge tantrum thrower something I have never really had to deal with. I always thought is was my fabulous parenting skills, obviously I was wrong :-)
Exhibit 1:
He has been rather obstinate about running away when we are out and we have been concerned about this as he has the typical toddler self-preservation. Namely none.
Enter the cute backpack that has a parental rein and handle at the top to grab him if he is in danger.
Obviously from the picture above he doesn't go much on the idea.
25 minutes of screaming later I took it off and we have had the same reaction every time we try it.
Exhibit 2:
Seeing as we are running for the position of Australian funkiest parents I was quick off the mark and scored some fabulous pre-sale tickets for Yo Gabba Gabba. Our favourite children's tv program.
He loved it
for about 10 minutes then he cracked it until I let him play with my bag, missing the opportunity to hi-5 DJ Lance.
Exhibit 3-3000:
I need to take pictures/video of him full tantrum.
It happens numerous times every day. If I dont let him have my phone/remote/keys etc it is the end of the world: Screaming, crying, throwing himself at me, thowing himself onto the floor etc.
I do not give in but so far that isn't making any difference.
Luckily for him there are plenty of moments like this.
and this

The Inigo and the Mr C share some scary traits.....
Posted by: Lara | June 03, 2009 at 09:40 PM
Ha ha oh Master C you little bugger. Just you wait til you meet your match on the weekend and my little Miss T gives you a talking to about refusing the funky backpack mummy chose for you. You know T was the same with the tanties until about 3-4 weeks ago when they really died down. Now we get maybe one per day and it doesn't last long and is usually ended by me singing "all the fish are swimming in the water" and doing a really wanky dance. If you like I'll show you the dance.
Posted by: Stepford Dreams | June 03, 2009 at 10:42 PM
You know I am going to hold you to the offer of showing me your wanky dance C.
I am sure this phase will pass soon enough. fingers crossed.
Posted by: theoreticgal | June 04, 2009 at 09:12 AM
Sounds very familiar... there are a few tantrums round our way too
Posted by: mim | June 05, 2009 at 09:55 PM
The "I need your keys" drama can be solved by going to Mr Minute or your local hardware etc, and asking for the keys which didn't cut well, and are in the bin. Any with daggy bits can be smoothed with a file, and if you can get hold of one or 2 "old back door" keys as well, so much the better. A nice tight split ring, and some gew-gaw for identification, and we have our OWN keys!! So if we need to teeth on them, or drop them down the drain when getting out of the car etc, it isn't the End of The World.
Actually, a second set isn't such a bad idea, just in case they DO go down the grating, or vanish without trace, as kids stuff is wont to do. A tanty can be averted when replacements are produced by Mum The Magician, as long as she has some vague recollection of where she decided to keep the emergency supplies...
Posted by: Karen Sydow | June 08, 2009 at 09:17 PM