Okay well, most of the time Eli's tantrums are very mild. I can handle them. Today on the other hand, he was perfectly happy. It was approaching nap time so we got him a drink and I dropped a few ice cubes in the cup. He loves ice cubes so I offered him one. He had it for a few minutes, then he handed it back to me. He started asking for another one, so I got it for him but he handed it to me again after a minute. I put it in the sink and told him no more ice cubes and he started crying. I couldn't calm him down for twenty minutes. In hindsight, I realized that he wanted the ice cubes that were actually in his cup.
He just wouldn't stop, I tried to be calm...it was hard. I ended up putting him in his bedroom and told him if he wanted to come out he would have to stop crying and calm down. This was after I had exhausted all other options, holding him, being more stern with him, being more understanding, etc. I tried everything, except giving him the ice cube of course. So after about three minutes in his room, I knocked on the door and asked him if he was all better. He said, no. I asked him if I could have a hug, he said no. I asked him if I could have a kiss, he said no. I asked him if he wanted to go for a car ride, he held up his arms. His poor face was so splotchy, snot dripping down (he has a cold), tears all over his pillow.
We ended up getting in the car and going for a drive. He passed out thankfully. Ugh, that was hard to deal with.
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