My second-born was an easy-going type of baby. Really, you could pretty much put him anywhere, with any toy, and he would be, generally, content. He ate anything, took beautiful naps, and was blissfully, wonderfully easy.
He’s not really a baby anymore, since he’s starting walking and communicating and all. Well, this child now has opinions. Or, should I say, Opinions. And he is not timid about expressing them. Unfortunately, his opinions, or rather, desires, are not always, or even usually, easy or possible to fulfill. And this leads to a very frustrated baby and mommy.
I know this is just a phase, and that it will eventually pass, but right now, it’s exhausting. It’s like everything I do is unacceptable to him, and consequently, DISASTROUS. Even though I know it’s irrational, I feel like a total failure. It’s getting old. Fast.
Sitting in his high chair, he rejects all my options of food choices with a giant sweep of the arm and a vigorous shaking of the head. I offer him a sippy cup. Rejected. Apple slices. Rejected. Noodles. Rejected. Animal crackers. Rejected. He wants the glass on the table. He gestures toward it, pointing, saying “dat! Dat! DAT!!!!!!!!!!!!” I try to give him cheese puffs. Hahahahaha. As if. He swoons in frustration and throws all the cheese puffs on the ground. My carpet is filthy.
He wants to go outside. I try to put on socks and shoes. Unacceptable. He vigorously protests. We go outside. I pick him up and carry him since his brother has already zoomed up the stairs. Unacceptable. He lays down on the ground and sobs. He wanted to do it himself.
It’s bathtime. I turn on the water, he’s excited. I take off his sweater. Still good. I put him in the bathtub. Disaster!! I don’t even know what I did there. I whip out the bubbles, blow a few. Success! Giggles! Except now he wants to blow the bubbles. I try to retain the wand. Unacceptable!! Tears! Anguish! I give him the wand, and we blow bubbles “together.” Success. Smiles again. Now he wants the bottle, too. I try to help him put it on the edge of the bathtub. Disaster! He wants to do it himself!!! Tears! Anguish! I let him put in on the edge. Now he wants to put it IN the tub. I don’t let him. Oh, the horror!! So I pour out the solution into the sink and give him the empty bottle. SUPER Unacceptable. He is inconsolable for the rest of the bath.
This goes on all day. All day. And this is in addition to whatever drama my dramatic first-born is up to (though, thankfully, he’s less dramatic than this). Or that I am up to. It’s seriously exhausting. I can’t wait for this phase to be over.