…can I please be marooned on a deserted island until he’s 3 or so?
Month 16 has brought walking and its associated cuteness and relief from back strain, but also a flip side … tantrums. Basically, the back pain caused by hauling around 25 pounds of toddler has been replaced with the headaches born of what sounds like an entire day care center being told that Michael Vick has just kidnapped Blue AND Clifford.
In other words, the cuteness of walking? Completely mitigated.
At a belated 15-month pediatrician visit last week, I wouldn’t let Anthony wile away the 30-minute wait by opening and closing the door to the exam room ad nauseum, as I don’t wish for him to be diagnosed with OCD just quite yet. Oh, and also because it is annoying and what if he closed the door right when the doctor was about to walk in to see us and the doctor thought I had closed it because I wanted privacy for some reason and so he moved on to another exam room and I had to wait another 30 minutes trapped in a small windowless room with a 16-month-old?
I think I’m hyperventilating.
Fortunately, my cruel ruining of Anthony’s fun ensured there was no way the doctor, or anybody else for that matter, could overlook us, what with the wailing and the screaming and the carrying on that could probably be heard in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe even Pompano Beach.
Come to think of it, once Anthony threw his fit, the doctor did seem to make his appearance with unusual promptness, and whipped through his routine checks with impressive efficiency. Hmmm…if this could get me moved to the front of the line at Target, maybe the fact that the Terrible 2’s seem to have arrived eight months early won’t be so bad…
Month 16 has brought walking and its associated cuteness and relief from back strain, but also a flip side … tantrums. Basically, the back pain caused by hauling around 25 pounds of toddler has been replaced with the headaches born of what sounds like an entire day care center being told that Michael Vick has just kidnapped Blue AND Clifford.
In other words, the cuteness of walking? Completely mitigated.
At a belated 15-month pediatrician visit last week, I wouldn’t let Anthony wile away the 30-minute wait by opening and closing the door to the exam room ad nauseum, as I don’t wish for him to be diagnosed with OCD just quite yet. Oh, and also because it is annoying and what if he closed the door right when the doctor was about to walk in to see us and the doctor thought I had closed it because I wanted privacy for some reason and so he moved on to another exam room and I had to wait another 30 minutes trapped in a small windowless room with a 16-month-old?
I think I’m hyperventilating.
Fortunately, my cruel ruining of Anthony’s fun ensured there was no way the doctor, or anybody else for that matter, could overlook us, what with the wailing and the screaming and the carrying on that could probably be heard in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe even Pompano Beach.
Come to think of it, once Anthony threw his fit, the doctor did seem to make his appearance with unusual promptness, and whipped through his routine checks with impressive efficiency. Hmmm…if this could get me moved to the front of the line at Target, maybe the fact that the Terrible 2’s seem to have arrived eight months early won’t be so bad…
2 comments:
Happy 16 month birthday, Anthony! You look like you are really having fun at the park! Tell Mom that the sooner you enter the Terrible Twos, the soon you'll get out of them! Grandma and Grandpa know that you're a good little boy...who just likes to open and close doors a lot....
Well, don't hyperventilate too much, Kelly. Little guy has a mind of his own it seems. Yes, the next couple of years are going to be interesting to say the least.It always feels like you and your child are the only ones noticed during times like this, but it happens to lots and lots of people. I can just picture that scene of the opening and closing of the door. Doors are very fascinating for kids that age. Just make sure he can't escape your own place sometime. I have had that happen. Little Houdinis they are sometimes. He looks so cute on the playground and in the video walking. Wish he could have just kept right on walking on here to me. I tried to catch him. Love you all. Shirley
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