Yesterday I was feeling abundantly patient, and so when I went to the grocery store I let Judah walk along with me as opposed to sticking him in the cart. He just LOVES walking. He is very good about holding my hand, tho he will occasionally throw a little fit if he thinks we should be walking the other direction.
Or if he thinks we've stood and debated which fruit to buy.
Or if he thinks we haven't stood and stared at the balloons long enough.
When that happens I just get down on his level and a little eye-to-eye and reminder that he's not the only person in the store who has to hear him, and that temper tantrums *will not* be tolerated usually smartens him up. Or distracts him. Either way, he becomes a good little walker after our heart-to-hearts.
He had a mini fit by the feminine products yesterday. He wanted to stare at them. I guess they have packaged them to appeal to 14 month old boys because Judah really, really wanted to touch all the boxes. I tried telling him that he didn't need them and gave him a gentle tug.
He thought I was wrong, and started to fuss and pull towards them.
So I got down and patiently gave him the little reminder that he wasn't to have a temper tantrum. That we weren't buying pads today, no matter how pretty the packaging, and that we were going to move on, and he was coming with me.
This older couple happened to walk by as I was telling Judah he was to obey me, and as they walked past us I could hear the wife say to her husband in a scoffing tone:
"Ha! How can she expect a little baby to obey her?"
I didn't say anything (what could I say?!) but it made me sad that this woman didn't think I as the mother could teach my young son obedience and courtesy to others.
Saturday Post -- 16/12/17
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