How do you handle this stuff? DS is 3.5, 4 in september.
We just took DS to see a movie (he did quite well) and the theatre is right next to the health food store. I take him there a lot(hfs) and normally when I do, I let him get a tiny bag of 'circles'. (hfs version of m&ms) He already ate yucky popcorn, so I just wanted to go home and fix dinner. He wanted to go in, I said no. He started pulling on the door and sometimes blocking customers. I moved him away from the door.
After a couple minutes, I said we are going to the car, please hold my hand, or I will carry you. Nothing. Ok, I am going to count to 3. If you don't take my hand on 3, I will carry you to the car. (it is raining) I carry him to the car screaming and kicking like a maniac. I get him in the back seat and shut the door, DH is in front and locks the doors. He is like a caged animal in the back, jumping, screaming, and I am in the rain. DH unlocks the doors and lets me in. There is no calming him. I try to get him in the car seat and he takes a huge bite of my arm. He broke the skin, through my coat... (first time for this one) DH is now a maniac which sort of surprised DS. I thought he was actually going to get in the seat. Nope. He caught a second wind. It took both of us getting him in the seat. I sat in front in response to the bite. All the while he is still kicking and screaming that he wants to go back. (I guess to walk from the curb to the car himself).
We get home (5 min thank goodness) and DH unlatches him. He finishes the tantrum and comes in. I have ice on the bite and he is calm enough to talk. We talk about getting angry but it's not ok to hit/kick/bite. He's listening possibly.
Bottom line, it took everything not to smack him one. Especially DH. I know if I had let him get the candy, we would have avoided the whole thing. OR possibly if I had taken him back to the curb to re-walk it. The problem is I am trying to stick to my guns and not give in. My patience is seriously wearing thin. This was probably the worst one ever. They seem to occur once a week, maybe a little less... basically anytime he doesn't get his way. Any suggestions?
We just took DS to see a movie (he did quite well) and the theatre is right next to the health food store. I take him there a lot(hfs) and normally when I do, I let him get a tiny bag of 'circles'. (hfs version of m&ms) He already ate yucky popcorn, so I just wanted to go home and fix dinner. He wanted to go in, I said no. He started pulling on the door and sometimes blocking customers. I moved him away from the door.
After a couple minutes, I said we are going to the car, please hold my hand, or I will carry you. Nothing. Ok, I am going to count to 3. If you don't take my hand on 3, I will carry you to the car. (it is raining) I carry him to the car screaming and kicking like a maniac. I get him in the back seat and shut the door, DH is in front and locks the doors. He is like a caged animal in the back, jumping, screaming, and I am in the rain. DH unlocks the doors and lets me in. There is no calming him. I try to get him in the car seat and he takes a huge bite of my arm. He broke the skin, through my coat... (first time for this one) DH is now a maniac which sort of surprised DS. I thought he was actually going to get in the seat. Nope. He caught a second wind. It took both of us getting him in the seat. I sat in front in response to the bite. All the while he is still kicking and screaming that he wants to go back. (I guess to walk from the curb to the car himself).
We get home (5 min thank goodness) and DH unlatches him. He finishes the tantrum and comes in. I have ice on the bite and he is calm enough to talk. We talk about getting angry but it's not ok to hit/kick/bite. He's listening possibly.
Bottom line, it took everything not to smack him one. Especially DH. I know if I had let him get the candy, we would have avoided the whole thing. OR possibly if I had taken him back to the curb to re-walk it. The problem is I am trying to stick to my guns and not give in. My patience is seriously wearing thin. This was probably the worst one ever. They seem to occur once a week, maybe a little less... basically anytime he doesn't get his way. Any suggestions?












Then you would have had to carry him to the car all over again.
:LOL
It can be really hard to keep your cool in situations like that. You sound like a good mama.
: It's probably just an instinct leftover from caveman days when we had to fight for survival. We all have to channel our inner Ghandi.



