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in reply to: Leo and the grocery store tantrum today… #6610
Oh, Desmond, I could have written this myself! “Riding a wave, hoping it passes” absolutely captures it. And the crackers, totally. My little one has had similar epic meltdowns over things that, to us, seem so small – like the “wrong” spoon, or a specific toy being *just* out of reach when they’re in that particular mood. It’s wild how quickly it can turn, isn’t it?
I definitely relate to that feeling of doing everything “right” and still hitting a wall. I spend so much time reading and trying to understand the ‘why’ behind everything, and then when those moments happen, it feels like all that knowledge just evaporates in a flood of tiny, intense emotions.
I remember one morning, my toddler just *had* to wear a specific pair of socks – the ones with the little bears – and they were in the wash. The meltdown was truly something to behold, right there by the laundry basket. For a second, I felt that familiar frustration, like “seriously, socks?” But then, through the wails, I just sat down and tried to really *see* it from his perspective. It wasn’t just socks; it was his choice, his preference, something he was so sure about in his own little world, and it felt completely out of his control.
It didn’t stop the crying immediately, but it shifted something in me. It made me think about how much of their day is about learning to navigate a world that mostly happens *to* them. Sometimes, I think those huge reactions, even over something small like crackers or a blue chair, are their intense way of trying to assert some agency, or just grappling with how things work. It’s not about us doing something wrong, but about witnessing them trying to make sense of all this internal and external stimuli. It’s hard, but it does help me lean into just being present for that big feeling. It’s such an interesting dance, isn’t it?
in reply to: Leo’s new climbing obsession… #6605Oh Clara, I totally feel you on this! My little one is exactly the same right now – everything is a mountain waiting to be conquered, usually with me holding my breath nearby. I’ve been reading a lot about gross motor development and how important it is for them to test their limits and build confidence. It’s such a push-pull, isn’t it? Like, my brain knows they *need* to climb, but my heart is just screaming ‘NO!’ every time they scale the sofa cushions. We’ve been trying to redirect some of that energy to a small climbing triangle we got, which helps a bit, but honestly, the kitchen chairs still hold a certain allure. It’s really hard to find that sweet spot between scaffolding their independence and keeping them safe without feeling like a constant ‘no’ machine. I’m right there with you trying to figure it out!
in reply to: Toddler bedtime, round two… #6570Oh, KlaraS, I could have written your post myself. That feeling of hitting a wall after you thought you had a rhythm… it’s just so deflating, isn’t it? Especially when you’re already so drained and your patience starts wearing thin. I completely get that. Katrin’s idea of the “pre-bedtime last call” is smart, and honestly, something I’ve tried to implement in our routine too.
What I’ve been wrestling with recently, and it’s just a thought, is trying to figure out what’s *really* behind those “one more” requests. I started reading a bit about attachment and security, and it made me wonder if sometimes, for my little one anyway, it’s not so much about the water or the story itself, but just that last little bit of connection before they have to be “on their own” for the night. Like they’re trying to fill their emotional cup one last time. It’s not a magic fix for the exhaustion, but sometimes just shifting my own perspective to see it less as a battle and more as a final bid for connection helps me stay a *tiny* bit calmer. Still totally exhausting though, absolutely.
in reply to: Leo’s new ‘snack time is all the time’ phase #6558Oh, Alistair, my heart goes out to you on this. It’s so easy to get caught in that cycle, feeling like you’re constantly negotiating with a tiny snack manager! And Katrin, those ideas about the snack station and visual schedule are brilliant for bringing in structure.
I’ve been noticing something similar with my little one (just turned two), and it’s made me pause and really think about what’s *really* happening when he asks for the tenth ‘more banana’ in an hour. Sometimes, I swear he’s barely touched his actual meal, so it’s probably not pure hunger. I started thinking about some of what I’ve read about ‘demand for attention’ vs. ‘demand for food’ and it kind of shifted my perspective.
Just the other day, he was pulling at my shirt, chanting ‘cracker! cracker!’ but he’d just had some fruit. Instead of jumping to find a snack, I actually just knelt down, held his hands, and said, ‘You really want a cracker, huh?’ and just made eye contact for a solid minute. He actually leaned into my hands and just stared back. After that quiet moment, he sort of sighed and then pointed to his blocks. We played together for a bit. The cracker demand just faded.
It made me wonder if sometimes, it’s less about the actual food item, and more about seeking that interaction, that little moment of ‘you see me, you hear me.’ It’s not always the case, of course, but just holding that possibility has helped me choose how to respond differently sometimes. It’s like, what’s the underlying ‘why’ in this moment, you know? It’s a lot to process in the middle of a busy day, but I’m trying to be more mindful of it.
in reply to: Early morning toddler adventures… send coffee. #6547Alistair, oh my goodness, you’re definitely not alone in the early morning club. I swear sometimes my toddler thinks 5 AM is peak adventure time! Chloe, your quiet zone idea is really making me think. I love the idea of creating that intentional space. I’ve been grappling with why these early mornings feel so intense for us as parents, but then I watch my little one, and it’s like their whole system is just… rebooting. I remember one morning, I was so utterly depleted, but my toddler just woke up and immediately started stacking his little rings, one by one, with such intense focus. He wasn’t even looking at me, just completely absorbed. And it made me wonder if for them, those quiet, early hours are actually really important for integrating all the new experiences and feelings from the day before, almost like a mental ‘digestive’ period before the next day’s onslaught. It’s still brutally early, and I’m definitely still reaching for that coffee, but sometimes shifting my perspective to think of it as his quiet processing time, rather than just ‘waking up too early,’ helps me feel a tiny bit more present for it. We’re all just trying to navigate these intense little beings, aren’t we?
Oh KlaraS, your post is my life right now! The “wrong blue cup” is so, so real. And Elara and Aoife, everything you’ve both been saying about the “predictive model of the universe” getting a glitch and the “crisis of agency” – that’s exactly where my brain has been going too! I’ve been reading so much lately trying to understand *why* these seemingly small things ignite such huge feelings. My little guy (he’s just turned two) had a full-blown meltdown last week because we usually walk to the park, but it was raining so we had to take the stroller. It wasn’t about the stroller itself, or even the rain, but the complete unexpected deviation from our *usual* path and mode of transport. For him, I think it was like his mental map of how “park day” was supposed to unfold just completely disintegrated, and he just couldn’t process that disruption. It doesn’t make the screaming less loud in the moment, of course, and I’m still completely wiped by dinner, but trying to see it as their intense learning process – figuring out that the world isn’t always predictable and that their will has limits – helps me a tiny bit. It gives me a different lens to look through when I’m trying to stay calm. So much solidarity to all of you in this phase!
Oh KlaraS, your post is my life right now! The “wrong blue cup” is so, so real. And Elara and Aoife, everything you’ve both been saying about the “predictive model of the universe” getting a glitch and the “crisis of agency” – that’s exactly where my brain has been going too! I’ve been reading so much lately trying to understand *why* these seemingly small things ignite such huge feelings.
My little guy (he’s just turned two) had a full-blown meltdown last week because we usually walk to the park, but it was raining so we had to take the stroller. It wasn’t about the stroller itself, or even the rain, but the complete unexpected deviation from our *usual* path and mode of transport. For him, I think it was like his mental map of how “park day” was supposed to unfold just completely disintegrated, and he just couldn’t process that disruption.
It doesn’t make the screaming less loud in the moment, of course, and I’m still completely wiped by dinner, but trying to see it as their intense learning process – figuring out that the world isn’t always predictable and that their will has limits – helps me a tiny bit. It gives me a different lens to look through when I’m trying to stay calm. So much solidarity to all of you in this phase!
Oh KlaraS, yes, absolutely feeling that intensity. It’s like navigating a tiny, incredibly powerful storm every day, isn’t it? And Elara, your description of it feeling like a ‘betrayal’ or ‘confusion’ when their expectation is shattered really hits home. And Aoife, the ‘predictive model of the universe just got a glitch’ – that phrase has been living rent-free in my head since I read it!
I’ve been noticing something similar with my little one (he’s 2, so right in that sweet spot). It’s not always the *thing* itself, but the unexpected *deviation*. Like, if we always take the blue cup, and one day it’s in the dishwasher, and I offer the green one. It’s not that he hates green, it’s that the ‘cup script’ in his head just got completely rewritten without warning. And for them, that’s huge! Their whole world is built on understanding patterns, and when a pattern breaks, it’s like a momentary loss of control.
What I’ve been trying to figure out (and it’s still a work in progress!) is how to acknowledge that internal ‘glitch’ for him, without always giving in to the demand. So sometimes, instead of just saying ‘it’s just a green cup,’ I’ll try to say something like, ‘Oh, you wanted the blue one today, didn’t you? It’s gone for a wash, and that feels really disappointing.’ It doesn’t always stop the tears instantly, but I’m hoping that by naming the feeling and the *why* from his perspective (the broken pattern), I’m helping him build a bridge between that intense feeling and understanding what’s happening. It’s a tricky balance, but understanding that ‘predictive model’ idea has definitely given me a new lens. Still totally ready for a quiet moment by evening, though!
Oh KlaraS, yes, you are absolutely not alone! The ‘wrong blue cup’ is just… chef’s kiss. It feels like I’m constantly trying to predict the exact shade of blue, or the specific bend in the straw, and if I’m off by a millimeter, it’s utter chaos. So Elara, the ‘triangle’ vs ‘square’ cracker resonated so deeply, it’s those little details that can feel so monumental to them.
And Aoife, what you said about it being a ‘crisis of their own agency’ and their ‘meticulously constructed internal world’ really stuck with me. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around why these seemingly tiny things spark such intense reactions. I’ve been thinking about how toddlers are just starting to understand patterns and cause-and-effect, right? Like, they’re building this internal map of how things *should* go. So when a cracker breaks, or the sock goes on before the pants (had a major meltdown over that yesterday!), it’s not just a minor annoyance for them. It’s almost like their whole predictive model of the universe just got a glitch. Their little brains are trying to process, ‘Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to happen!’ and it’s a huge, overwhelming cognitive disconnect.
It doesn’t magically make the screaming disappear, obviously, but sometimes, for me, just having that frame of reference – that it’s a deep-seated moment of trying to reconcile their expectations with reality – helps me take a breath and not feel quite so personally attacked by the intensity. Still completely drained by 5 pm, but trying to see these as their incredibly intense learning moments. You’re definitely not alone in the thick of it!
Oh KlaraS, your post hit home so hard. The ‘wrong blue cup’ is just *chef’s kiss* relatable. We had a full-blown crisis this morning because I poured milk into *her* cup and not *the* cup. The distinction is obviously very clear in her head, just not mine!
And Aoife, what you said about it being about their meticulously constructed internal world and the unexpected shift from what they thought was going to happen – that really resonates with me. I’ve been trying to frame it that way too, and it genuinely helps sometimes to just step back and remember it’s not a personal attack, but this huge, confusing moment for them.
I’ve been reading a lot lately about emotional development in toddlers, and I’m starting to think a lot of these intense outbursts are tied to them grappling with their emerging sense of self and autonomy. It’s like they’re discovering they have their own will, separate from ours, and then immediately bumping up against the limits of that will. It’s a massive cognitive leap, right? And when they can’t make something happen, or things don’t go exactly as they pictured, it’s not just disappointment, it’s almost like a crisis of their own agency. It doesn’t make the screaming less loud, but sometimes understanding that ‘why’ helps me stay a little more centered. I mean, it’s still draining by dinner, but I’m trying to see it as them learning to navigate their own powerful inner world. Solidarity, mama.
Oh my goodness, KlaraS, yes. You are absolutely not alone. The “wrong” blue cup rings so true! Just yesterday, my little one decided the floor was the only acceptable place to eat half a banana because the *other* half was in my hand. The sheer logic of it sometimes just evaporates, doesn’t it?
I feel you on the drained part. It’s so hard to stay calm when you’re already running on fumes. I’ve been trying to remind myself that sometimes, for them, that ‘wrong’ blue cup or broken cracker feels like their whole meticulously constructed internal world just got a major jolt. It’s not about the object itself, but the unexpected shift from what they *thought* was going to happen. It’s like they’re grappling with this huge concept of things not always being predictable, and that’s such a big, overwhelming thing for a little brain to process, isn’t it? It doesn’t make the noise stop, but sometimes it just gives me a tiny bit of space to breathe and not take it so personally.
Hang in there. We’re all in this wild, beautiful, utterly confusing phase together.
in reply to: Morning dressing battles… anyone else? #6312Oh Annelies, I feel you on those morning dressing Olympics! It’s wild how much focus something like socks can suddenly demand.
I’ve been reading what everyone’s sharing about our own anxieties getting in the way (Yuki and Elara, those points really hit me!), and Eleanor, your question about checking the ‘why’ behind my resistance… that’s constantly running through my head lately.
My little one (just starting to really assert that toddler will!) has these moments where he’s so completely, utterly fixated on something that seems so small to me – like wanting to carry a specific, slightly battered toy car *everywhere*, even if it means juggling it while trying to walk, or insisting on a certain cup. My first impulse is often to step in and try to ‘fix’ it or make it ‘easier’ or more ‘sensible’ for him. But lately, I’ve been trying to just pause and observe that intense, laser focus he has. It’s like his whole world shrinks down to that one thing in that exact moment. And it makes me wonder… am I really protecting him from a future inconvenience, or am I just projecting my own adult sense of order onto his very present, very clear, very *felt* desire? It’s a tricky balance to navigate, trying to guide them but also respect this emerging, powerful will they have, especially when it feels so pure and unburdened by all the ‘shoulds’ we carry. Still trying to figure out where that line is every single morning.
Oh Alistair, I *so* resonate with what you’re saying about those ‘deeper’ tantrums. It’s like you hit the nail on the head – it’s not just the immediate trigger, is it? I find myself going down so many rabbit holes trying to figure out what’s *really* going on with my little one when those moments hit.
Lately, I’ve been trying to observe if there’s a pattern, almost like a little scientist in my own home. Like, after a particularly busy morning with lots of new input, or when we’ve tried to cram too much into the day, those seemingly small things can just *shatter* their composure. It makes me wonder if it’s less about the misplaced toy itself and more about their little system just being completely overwhelmed and that toy is just the final straw. Like, their emotional cup is already full, and then one tiny drop makes it overflow, you know?
I’m definitely not an expert, but I’ve been reading a bit about how toddlers’ brains are just developing their ‘executive function’ – basically, the part that helps them regulate emotions and plan. So, when they can’t find a toy or express exactly what they want, it must feel like this huge, inescapable wall for them. It’s made me rethink how I respond, trying to acknowledge the massive feeling first, even if I don’t quite get the ‘reason’ yet. Just saying something like, “That is *so* frustrating when you can’t find your toy!” seems to sometimes open a tiny door. Still figuring it all out, though!
in reply to: Creating a ‘Safe Space for Failure’ for My Toddler #6052Oh, Yuki, this resonates so much! The “I can do it myself!” phase is truly a force of nature, isn’t it? My little one (just turned 2) is exactly the same, and my instinct to jump in and “help” (read: prevent mess) is so strong.
I’ve been wrestling with this idea of letting go, especially with independent tasks. Just yesterday, he was trying to put his shoes on. He knows which foot is which conceptually, but getting his tiny foot into the shoe opening without squishing his toes is still a huge challenge. My first thought was, “This is going to take forever, and he’ll just get frustrated.” But I took a deep breath, like you did with the milk, and just watched.
He struggled, pushing and pulling, grunting a little. The shoe went on sideways, then upside down. He almost gave up, then tried again. Eventually, with a huge sigh, he got one on – mostly. It wasn’t perfect, but the pride on his face was just… everything. It made me think about how my own need for efficiency or avoiding a little struggle can actually steal away these moments where he builds resilience and figures things out on his own. It really is about reframing it as a “data point” for them, like you said, rather than a “failure” for us. The floor still needs sweeping sometimes, but the internal growth feels so much bigger than the external mess.
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