Temper Tantrums...

Well, we are getting there! By there, I mean the "terrible two's". If you are a parent, or anyone who has ever encountered a child, then you know what I am talking about. The "terrible two's", or as some like to call them, the "terrific two's", are a new adventure in parenting. Filled with new words, actions, and especially independence. Now, I know that I can't say a whole lot about this area, seeing that I only have one child, who will not be two until August, but I feel like I have a little room to throw my two cents in. LOL! My real reason for this post is that I want to tell a story that happened to Sean and I the other night. I felt like it was to good to keep to ourselves.

It all started with dinner. As most of you know, with the toddled years comes the adventures of mealtime! Again, anyone who has ever encountered a toddler knows that mealtime is rarely a time to actually eat, and generally a time to test one's parents and see what they can get away with. Enter Lilah... My sweet, sweet Lilah. Lately for us, dinner has consisted of us trying to coerce her into eating, especially because of the important roll that nutrition plays with her CF. Normally we try not to make it a big deal if she doesn't eat a lot, especially because she usually eats really well during the day. This particular night though, she was being especially stubborn! Our normal course of action in these situations is to have her do something for something in return. Usually it is, "if you want your cup, you need to have a bite first", and usually it works. This night however, a HUGE fit ensued. A fit like we have never encountered before, complete with screaming, crying, food and utensil throwing. Basically the whole nine yards. Sean and I used everything in our parenting arsenal. We tried redirection, we tried scolding, we tried calming her down, we tried EVERYTHING, but still the fit continued. Finally, I reached my breaking point when she slapped the fork out of my hand. I told her that she was done, cleaned her up, and told her that she needed some quiet time. At this point, the only place that we could put her with no distractions was her crib, so I took her in there, told her that it was not acceptable to act that way, and left. I then went back to finish my dinner with Sean, who had just finished cleaning food off of the floor. We sit down and start eating again, to the sounds of Lilah crying over the baby monitor and Pandora radio playing off of Sean's Iphone. As Lilah's wailing reaches a new high, over the speakers comes the song "Cheek to Cheek". For those of you not familiar with that title, the open words to the song are, "Heaven, I'm in heaven". Sean and I both look at each other, burst out laughing, and fist bump eachother. In the end, we let Lilah stay in her room until we were done eating. We went and got her, and told her that she could not act that way, and that she needed to tell Mommy and Daddy that she was sorry. She said, "sowy" and after lots of hugs and kisses, and a good amount of cuddling, all was forgiven. When all is said and done, it seems like no matter how frustrating the situation seems, God's sense of humor prevails.

-The End