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Tuesday, February 27, 2018

The Art of the Tantrum

My three year old has a very strong will, one that is forged in the same fire and fury as her nine year old sister, my first child who schooled me in the fine art of the tantrum. 

I recall Charlotte's tantrums, not so much for what they were about, that detail is usually irrelevant, it's more of a power grab.  I recall trying to bring order and talk it out, wait it out, drag child to car screaming until it's over, but I don't recall it ever making much sense other than child trying to get her wait on something. 

With my middle two, I can't say there were no tantrums, but they were both very calm and rational children so I just don't recall it being the norm.

Evie is the spitting image of her big sister, same wild curls, same determined facial expression, picky eater, I could go on and on. 

So it's of no surprise to any of us that the tantrums have started in full glory.  Yesterday's was about not wanting to get ready for bed. 

I removed her top day clothes but was unable to go any further due to the kicking and flailing. 

I got bored after ten minutes of drama and walked away; then Charlotte went into the bedroom and got Evie calmed down and even half dressed for bed!  I say half dressed because Evie refused to let her big sister put on the top, that had to wait for the Mama that she had just scorned.  Then she scorned Charlotte by saying she only loved Violette.  Later during actual bedtime I was given many kisses and told "sowry". 

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