Oliver, like all children, regularly exhibits dismay when things don’t go his way. In the past, this has always appeared as a bout of sad tears. Often he would hug us even while being upset that we were denying him what he wanted. Today, however, is different. When Oliver brought a book over to Sarah, hoping she would read it to him, she said, “Oh, smells like you need a diaper change. Let’s go change your diaper!” At this point, Oliver’s face turned red and he literally hurled himself on the floor, spinning in a circle, kicking his legs, and slamming his fists on the floor. His movements were so dramatic that he actually slid on his belly—like a maniacal crab—from the dining room into the kitchen.
His first temper tantrum.
(It was pretty adorable.)
I wonder how old he’ll be when you make him giggle by telling him his first tantrum, complete with sliding into another room, was adorable? He is so darn cute!
Judging by the other two kids, it won’t be too long. They both love reading the blog and discovering their old quotes and stories of their shenanigans. I wouldn’t be surprised if Griffin reads this post to Oliver in another year or two.