for throwing tantrums, both of my children would excel. Sigh. I finally have had to admit that Eloise is a world-class tantrum thrower and not just a girl who "knows what she wants".
Case in point: Today I took her to Whole Foods to pick out a couple of things for Matt's birthday dinner. I put her in the stroller to get her through the store, but apparently I was struck by temporary insanity and I gave in to her pleas to be taken out. Then she squirmed and squirmed and I put her on the floor so she could walk around. Oh, silly, silly mama. When I finally figured out that her goal was to completely destroy the store and make it impossible for me to grocery shop, I tried to pick her up and put her back in the stroller. Oooooooh no. She began flailing and shrieking her glass-shattering shriek for what felt like eight million minutes while I wrangled her back in to the stroller and high-tailed it towards the register lest the other shoppers start pelting me with $10 a pound organic/free-range tomatoes. Luckily she calmed down when I pulled out the veggie booty [side note: yes! kiddie crack is BACK, baby!] because I inadvertently got in to the line of the world's slowest cashier. Ah, well.
She threw an equally impressive tantrum this evening as I was trying to get her ready for bed, but you know, I can blame that one on being sleepy, right?
Yesterday when we got home from climbing the babysitter commented that Eloise threw a pretty good tantrum. I guess I can't deny it when someone else who knows her fairly well notices such a thing, eh?
As much as I completely adore Iris, I'm cringing at the thought of Eloise growing up with the same temper as her big sister. It's not too suprising, considering who their parents are, but it's frustrating none-the-less.
I don't know how to deal with it, either. I mostly just try to carry on as normal without giving in to her 14-month old demands, but what the hell do I know?