Last night it happened. Ryan threw his first temper tantrum.
Of course, ask me when Brendan first fell to the floor crying or screaming, and I wouldn't be able to pinpoint the date. (I can list the last 10, though.) With the first child, the change from baby to toddler isn't as obvious. Perhaps it is to the rest of the world, but to the parent, it's much easier to relish those days holding the sweet, dependent baby and smiling at every little thing he does, even if it includes screaming to get his way. It's a cute scream, naturally.
Now, a more seasoned parent, I know that Ryan was not crying simply because he was sad. He wanted his way. I couldn't help but chuckle as he hung his head down to the ground and cried. Then he laid on the floor, crying, occasionally looking up to see if I was still tuned in to his antics. With Brendan, I would have been. With Ryan, I knew better. And within a minute, he stopped crying and began playing with nearby toys.
Farewell, baby. Hello, toddler. More tantrums to come.
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