Our latest, and by far most melodramatic, tantrum occurred on Tuesday. It was a classic mealtime tantrum. We'd managed to begin dinner. However, in less than 10 minutes Touma was objecting to everything: the food, the high chair, different food, the water bottle, and the high chair belt. That last one was the real culprit, I suspect. He hates being strapped in.
When he started emptying the entirety of the tray's contents onto the floor, I got him out of the chair. Only for more crying and flailing... all the while, I am trying to keep my cool, while trying to avoid having noodles glued to my floor. Meaning, I was picking them up and putting them back into the bowl from which they had been dumped. Sigh.
As the drama continued, I decided that letting it run its course would be best. Cuddling was not working. Feeding him was not working. Nothing. Was. Working.
And then, as quickly as it began, the storm subsided. How? Touma found the yogurt that I had set down, but had not given him, when he started the whole drama in the first place. He found the spoon. He fed himself. And suddenly, all was right with the world. Say wha!?!
So, I fed him yogurt. And he ate, two bowls of plain yogurt. For the third bowl, I smooshed up some of the hamburger he'd refused to eat and mixed it with the yogurt... and down that went too!
I do have some post-tantrum pictures. Mostly, he if very intent on the yogurt...
Looking down at the spoon about to take another bite. |
A somewhat blurry photo of the "booger" |