The tantrum that ensued was like nothing I'd ever seen. Little N spat and kicked and banged his head... I tried holding him. Talking to him soothingly. Carrying him to a more open room for less risk of injury. Playing music he loves. But nothing worked.
Somewhere in there I thought, 'Maybe he's hungry?' and started making his lunch. That's when he decided to make me a cup of coffee. Odd, but ok. And things started to shift. He snacked on his lunch. We called L and so Little N got to hear Daddy promise to bring the toy home tonight.
I told Little N that I was going to do some yoga. Would he prefer I do it in the living room, near him, or back in the bedroom. He chose the living room. And maybe it was just what he needed. Because while I got some of this:
He ran to his room for a little of this:
Here's hoping we both got enough of what we need for a happier, calmer, afternoon. (Although, now I probably need to drink that cup of coffee.)