Baby drama

Q has become quite the little drama baby. In the short time I was home for dinner tonight, he had several mini-meltdowns. One when the dog stole the bib he was playing with, another when I wanted him out of the pantry, and a third when he wanted his loud toy bus.

They are kind of funny really. When something has displeased him, he stops in his tracks, starts with a small, quiet cry, and then squeezes his eyes shut and builds up to a wail. His reaction is so out of proportion with his perceived injustice.

Tonight after I rudely closed the door to the pantry, he started screaming and went to his daddy for support. T dutifully ignored him and went about his business, till Q realized his performance was fruitless.

Our Early Childhood educator says when he does this, we should calmly say, "I can see you are mad right now, but Mama needs to close the pantry." And then just ignore him. Easier said than done of course, but mostly his drama just makes me smile. At home that is. Public meltdowns are a different story.

--MM