Last night Lucas decided he really really really needed to take the empty J&J baby wash bottle out of the tub with him. I didn't agree with this decision (because we have played this game before and getting it away from him later is a nightmare) so I took it from him and placed it back in the tub. The next 15 minutes consisted of him smacking me, kicking me as I attempted to get his pjs and diaper on, screaming, yelling, sweating (me), singing (me), spinning in circles (him), throwing of stuffed animals (still him), hugging (me), and placing him in his crib to cry it out. This resulted in a heartbreaking series of "MAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAA!, MAMAAAAAAAAAA!, MAMAMAMAMAMAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" It was only for about a minute, but when I went back in his room he was in a much more reasonable mood. I picked him up and we rocked in his chair and hugged for another 15 minutes or so. He fell asleep in my arms and slept soundly all night.
Lucas has been SUCH a good baby that I kind of thought maybe he'd skip the tantrum stage and be a really good 2 year old too. And maybe he will be, with the occasional tantrum thrown in there. But the 3rd time around I find myself kind of amused by the antics and A) know how to react (and when to pick my battles) and B) know that this too shall pass. He was actually really cute when he was so mad at me and spinning in circles in his room. He just didn't know how to react so did anything he could think of. I have learned that they pretty much react and have tantrums when they have an audience so that was really why I left him in his crib -- because I knew he needed to calm down before we could get anywhere, and his crib is a safe place.
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