Tuesday, February 3, 2009

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The terrible twos have arrived with a vengeance. This is depressing beyond belief because not only is Grayson only 18 months (6 months left, people!) but I have been emotionally unprepared for tantrum-fest 2009. It wouldn't be a big deal if the craziness happened in the privacy of our own home, but the moment the front door opens, the devil horns push through Grayson's forehead and the raarrrrrrrghhhh-ing begins.

Rarrrrgghhhhhhhh: (n) Pushing, kicking, screaming, terrorizing, screaming, being crazy, screaming, dropping to the pavement/carpet/asphalt while arching back and screaming. Did I mention anything about screaming?

But the worst was a week ago today when, determined to enforce the you-must-hold-my-hand-when-you-cross-the-street rule, against Grayson's rarrrrrghhhh-ing, we ended up stopping traffic as a tantrum erupted on the crosswalk of a somewhat busy, library parking lot.


It was one of those moments when as a parent you have two choices:



1. Succumb to the Rarrrrghhhhh-ing and let the kid have his way.




2. Fight it out and to heck with the line of honking cars.




This is one of the toughest decisions to make and there have been plenty of times when I have gone with option #1, but in this case I decided to go with option #2 and fight the darkness.



The cars collected as I stood over Grayson who was Rarrrrrrggggghhhing in the street until the honking started. I panicked, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the street as he kicked and screamed.



"You HAVE to hold my hand," I said.



"Rarrrrrghhhhhhh"



(Honk! Honk!)



"We're almost there! Come on dude."



(Honk! Honk)



"Rarrrrrggghhhhhh"


"Duuuuuude!"


I was mortified. Grayson was pissed off. And the motorists were totally annoyed but at least I had won. I had won!



"I am the master!" I screamed aloud at the heavens, "The MAAAAAAASTER!"




And then today, the same exact thing happened: tantrum in the middle of the Target crosswalk, annoyed motorists, refusal to hold my hand.


Except this time, I gave in. I went with option #1.



I am soooo not the master, dude.



And for that, I feel like Rarrrrghhhhhhing.

Current Score:
Grayson - 2
Mom - 1

2 comments:

Becky said...

I feel your pain...Reese is only 15months old and is starting in with some feet stomping, screeming, etc...Heaven help me and you:)

Lisa said...

Dear Lord,
Thank you for giving me girls.
Amen.

No really, hang in there. From what I know about little boys they get easier over time. Keep practicing the hold hand thing... but maybe try it like walking to your car from your front door. I love his hair by the way!! So cute!