Oh, well hello there Tantrum. I was wondering when I was going to meet you!
It is so very hard for a toddler to be told no. No jumping on the couch. No dumping your cereal bowl over. No throwing, hitting, biting. For most things, and most of the time, we're pretty good about redirecting and telling Elliot what he can do, instead of what he can't do. In those moments, tantrum averted! But there are those times, too, when he simply must just be told No. Then, watch out. Head shaking, arms flailing, usually a full-body drop to the ground and lots of screaming. Pretty textbook.
But what's interesting is watching Elliot process those tantrums later, after he's moved on and is no longer upset. It could be at any point in the day that he remembers, and often he wakes up from his nap he launches right into remembering a tantrum that he had earlier in the day. Reenacting it, he'll shake his head and arms back and forth, stick out his tongue and says, "ahahuaghgthsh, what's dat?" Then he looks at you for an answer. If one doesn't come right away he'll repeat his question, head and arms flailing back and forth, "ahshghchsugaaahh, what's dat?"
"Oh," you say to him. "That's when you were tantruming."
Then, each and every time, he responds to that by doing the sign for crying (a finger pointed to the eye and drawn down the cheek). And he says, "Cwhy."
"Yes, that's right Elliot. You got frustrated, had a tantrum, and then you cried."
This memory and reenactment happens over and over each day. He watches us so intently as we discuss it with him, often reenacting it ourselves. And it goes in the same order every time. Always ending with, "cwhy."
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sorry your birthday pie was a little flat, but I had to test all of the apples before I would let Mumma put them in. I hope you had a wonderful day. Oh, and I know! Let's eat pie leftovers for dinner tonight! Yum yum!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Elliot has a wonderful sitter in the afternoons. She comes to our home and they sing and dance and play and draw and who knows what else. She's pure merry-making. I love when I come home to a project she and Elliot have started, like this piece of cardboard that was spread out in the kitchen with some drawings and a pile of markers. Just the right amount of inspiration for Elliot and I to pick up where they left off. We spent a long part of our afternoon today adding animals and names and doodles. Elliot has totally surprised us by saying, with almost complete accuracy, the names of 6 colors--blue, yellow, green, red, pink, and grey. We didn't "teach" him those. We are not at all interested in making sure he knows things like the names of colors and the alphabet. I'm much more focused on making sure he's a kind and gentle friend to himself and others. The whole colors and letters thing will come later. That doesn't worry me. So you can imagine how surprised we were when he just started pointing out and labeling the colors of things. The other day he pointed to the ground that had just been rained on and said, "gray." Then pointed to the big painted handicap sign on the parking spot next to us and said, "blue." And today, with this pile of markers, he picked up the red in one hand and the green in the other and told me the color of both. With no prompting. All on his own! I am amazed every day that this little one is only a year and a half old. He's learned so much.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
As I write this I'm devouring one of Andrea's inside-out carrot cake cookies (and dreaming about Maria's peppermint chocolate cookies, and Julia's chocolate chip cookies, and Kirstin's snickerdoodles, and....). Yes, cookie exchanges can make you feel a bit cookie-obsessed. And with 9 different cookies on the table, there was plenty to get obsessed about. But the best part of our cookie exchange party was watching the 6 little boys that were here all playing together. Yes, 6 of them! Can you find them all?
They played, decorated cookies, wrestled (you got to get all that sugar out somehow!), and they even all sat on the couch for the obligatory and oh-so-cute group photo.
Elliot was in cookie heaven. I'm pretty sure he ate more cookies, sprinkles and chocolate chips in one afternoon than he's eaten in his whole life combined. Yes, happy happy happy boy! And sweet enough to share.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
No, Elliot did not start out happy with this situation. He absolutely loved his new sled when it was unpacked from the box and sitting in the living room for him to play with (thank you so much, Auntie Santa!). But once I got him all suited up and finally out in the snow learning how to ride in it, Elliot was not a happy camper. Apparently, sleds are not meant to be pulled through the fluffiest, thickest part of the snow. Doing so causes much toppling over and ending up with ones face in the snow. (Yes, this mumma had some learning to do about how to pull a sled.) But once I took him out to the street where the snow was packed and slippery, we both got the hang of this sledding thing. And it was fun, fun, fun!