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July 29th, 2007

Kenny, my sweet wonder-boy, has already managed to be ahead of the developmental curve in many areas.     He  started talking well before his first birthday, can now ask questions and speak in some semblance of complete sentences, sings several songs, and has even memorized parts of his favorite books to recite while we read.   It’s only natural that his gifted nature extends to starting The Terrible Twos early.

He has thrown tantrums here and there.   Mild, dramatic, significant, justified, random and perplexing.   But it’s just been this past week when I’ve come to realize that the inevitable has begun.   He will pitch a royal fit over the slightest inconsistency or seemingly incorrect judgement on my part.   A sampling from today:    

  • I put his  juice is in the Thomas cup instead of the bulldozer cup.  
  • I didn’t let him screw the cap back on the OJ all by himself.  
  • I cut his sandwich into four pieces.  
  • I moved the lego box to the other room.  
  • I turned on the vacuum.  
  • I sang along with the song he was singing (all by himself).  
  • I actually meant it when I said, “One more book then it’s time for bed.”  
  • I didn’t let him taste the dead bug on the floor.

Need I go on?   These tantrums involve a face so tragically sad that you would think I’d lost his favorite teddy bear.   The wails that emit from so tiny a mouth make my back teeth hurt, and the way he runs to the other side of the room to get away from me (while he cries, “Mama Go Away!”) make my stomach churn.   It’s bewildering, and yet I know that this phenomenon is merely par for the parental course.

When he’s not wailing with gut-wrenching sorrow, he is still the most delicious kid on the planet.   He gives fantastic hugs, loves to snuggle up with Mama and a good book, and is mastering the art of mixing chocolate chip cookie dough.   He’s my boy and I love him fiercely, but boy do I hope this terrible thing is short lived…


  1. Audrey - Pinks & Blues says

    I promise, they are short-lived!! You are so funny… you sound like me last year at this time!! 🙂
    How are you doing??
    – Audrey
    Pinks & Blues Girls

    July 30th, 2007 | #

  2. LeAnne says

    I had read this post early yesterday and then something similar happened last night with my son. When it happened, I started thinking about your situation. Reading your post kinda helped me determine why my son was crying so hard at suppertime!

    I had taken the time to fix him some mashed potatoes, carrots, and apples. He took 2 – 3 bites of the mashed potatoes and started crying. He kept pointing at the plate. So I put the plate on his tray on the highchair. I put the fork in the potatoes and he grabbed the fork and proceeded to feed himself that one bite. I was going to let him try again but he started crying like his heart was broken.

    Finally, before I cried too much, I got up and open up his veggie crackers. He looked, put his hand in the bag, fed himself one, and started clapping! So, I didn’t want him to make a meal on the crackers, so I poured out some cheerios and cut up some sharp cheddar cheese. Put on a paper towel, set him back in the highchair and he fed himself, and CLAPPED!! No more tears!!

    July 31st, 2007 | #

  3. Lance says

    He looks like a smart kid!


    July 31st, 2007 | #

  4. ChaosMommy says

    Too funny! Reminds me exactly of my kids! My son is almost 2 and he’s getting so picky as to how his sandwich has to be and if it’s a Backyardigan’s cup day or a Diego cup day.
    ~peggie (friend of Kim’s from CafeMom)

    August 7th, 2007 | #

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