We’ve apparently entered the nuclear tantrum phase of the Terrible Twos. Screaming, crying, throwing and during one thrilling episode recently, projectile vomiting.
The other night at bedtime he did something he wasn’t supposed to – after I said “don’t touch that” a few thousand times, he touched the forbidden object. Drawing from my extensive Internet reading, I held my ground, turned off the light and said goodnight – no books. That’ll show him who the mama is!
My standing firm resulted in the dreaded Nuclear Tantrum Eruption. Oh what fun…
The screaming is deafening, but I figured out how to tune that out months ago. Crying can tug at my heart but I’m rough and tough. Throwing? I duck. But projectile vomiting? Holy cow. I thought I was on the set of the Exorcist and that he was going to float up to the ceiling.
So of course I went back to the Internet for advice, after taking an informal survey of the moms on my street. It appears that SB is the only kid on our block who’s figured out how to elevate tantrums into a horror movie. I guess I should be proud of his creativity, but right now I’m too busy trying to get barf off the carpet. I’m contemplating replacing the carpet in his room with concrete, installing a drain and simply hosing things down if this continues.
So back to the Internet. Here’s the advice I found:
Ignore the tantrums
Don’t ignore the tantrums
Distract him (how? Really?)
And my favorite – hold him so he knows you care. This won’t work for two reasons: One, it would be like trying to hold an angry tiger, and two: I don’t want to be near the barf eruption. I draw the line at being mauled AND thrown up on at the same time.
I’d love to hear from anyone out there who’s been through this and survived. And can you also recommend a good concrete company?