“Oh, she’s so cuuuute!” People at the store (target) say when they see my sweet looking toddler strutting down the aisles. “What an angel!” I hear little old ladies say. I can’t help but laugh a little. If they only knew, I think to myself. If they only knew she was a terror!
Life at home is totally different when we are out and about. People don’t seem to think that a sweet little princess would ever say NO WAY, GO AWAY or QUIET to her mommy. They probably think that she does everything I tell her to do. They don’t know that as soon as they turn to walk away my daughter is either sighing very loudly, stomping on the ground or pouting because she wants an overpriced ni hao, kai-lan doll (that will most likely end up the same way that elmo live! did. Stashed in her closet, buried under many other toys. They don’t know that she refuses to take a nap, when she knows she’s sleepy or nodding off.
She is not a total terror, she is part diva or training to be one. If I serve her food and its touching she will not eat it. She will yell “ewwwww guuuuhhhh wooooooosssss mom!” I know a lot of toddlers are like this so I’m sure you moms are nodding your heads because you know about all about that. Oh and if she gets into something she shouldn’t and I take it away from her, she screams bloody murder (you know those screams.. The ones that if your neighbors hear they might call the police on you or something). And she makes herself cry. Trust me, its fake. I know the difference between the ‘real’ crying and the ‘aaaah I want it and I’m going to fake cry till I get my way’. Also when she fake cries, she comes to me and hugs me and kisses me (how can I resist that) and looks at me with her big brown eyes that are filled with ‘fake’ tears.
And now the toddler is looking at me with some kind of look that she either took a dump or is up to something because she has some crayons in her head. So now I’m going. Wish me luck so that I don’t pull out my hair by the end of the day.
I leave you with a picture of my sweet little girl when she was three months old. Enjoy 
Namarie
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Tags: motherhood, tantrums, toddler, two year old, wheres the manual
Sweet Baby J no wonder. If she’s half as cute as back then I’d be suprised if anyone didn’t give her the benefit of the doubt. In all seriousness, I’ve come to embrace public tantrums. Not encourage them but simply talk to the people around me during them. It’s amazing how much less judgemental are when they know that the kid is in a new school or his dad has been sick or he went out of town this weekend. Shoot, I’ve even taken to telling people when the kid has constipation. Something, anything for them to understand that in public parents are often in the same boat as everyone else…curious observers to an unexplainable “diva” moment.