Zevan has been his own little terror lately.

I don’t WANT to do dat.

Mom, you can GO now.

I NEED that

He clenches his little fists and sets his jaw and starts swinging. Usually he smashes his toys. Or sometimes tries to hit me, Dad or Zander.

We’ve been calling him The Hulk for his rage issues.

So far, time out has been working pretty good for stuff like not wanting to stop playing so he can eat. I put him in a chair and tell him that he can’t play instead of eat. He can either eat now or he can stay in time out and let me know when he’s ready to eat. After about 5-10 minutes, of us ignoring his little tantrum, he’ll come back and say, “I’m ready to eat now.”

Sigh. I keep hearing that one day we’ll look back on these days fondly…I wonder when that starts? When they move out?