We are waist deep in tantrum territory these days. Tantrums when it's time to eat. Tantrums when it's time to go to bed. Tantrums when it's time to take a bath. Tantrums when it's time to change her diaper. Tantrums when I won't pick her up. Tantrums when I won't put her down. Tantrums when we attempt to go out to eat. Tantrums when I dare to make her leave the park. Tantrums when I strap her into her car seat/high chair/booster seat. Tantrums when I won't give her ___. Tantrums when the wind blows.
I am not loving this stage of her life. I don't know how to deal with it. She is too young for time out. Beating her just makes her cry louder.* And there is no rationalizing with her. So I pretty much just ignore her. This feels so wrong, but I don't know what else to do.
Neil keeps talking about getting pregnant again, but the idea of having another child right now is right up there with having my finger nails removed with flaming barbed tweezers. There is no more effective birth control than a screaming toddler.
*KIDDING. I DON'T beat her!