Did you notice the period I added to today's blog post title? Yeah. Thing 2 is quite talented in the area of throwing down, taking the term to literal execution. He hits his head on everything he sees. I caught him on camera having a tantrum and in a minute and a half, slammed his head on 5 things. Repeatedly. I know, I know, get up and help him! But there is LITERALLY nothing I can do. Except be a yellow bellied sissy and give in to his demands. See I have noticed a pattern, and he only does this when I deny him what he wants.
I have to walk away to make dinner, spend time with his sister, or god forbid pee, and he throws a fit. I won't put on Thomas for 1,664,334,089th time that day...and he throws a fit. I won't let him have what his sister and I are eating/drinking....and he throws a fit. You see where I'm going with this. He even looks right at me, cocks his head to the side and gives me this 'bitch please' look before he lowers his head to the ground. He does it really slowly too, the first time, to see if I'll yell for him to stop or give him what he wants.
So in the name of science today, instead of caving, or begging him not to do it, I let him. I recorded it, then walked away. I heard him do it a few more times, then it went quiet and a minute later I peeked around the corner and he had picked up one of trains and was quietly driving it. That sneaky little devil is trying to kill me. He shall forever more be referred to as Stewie ala Family Guy who hates Lois and wants her dead, preferably at his own hands. So we're going to the peds office next week, and we'll see what she says about the behavior and if I can strap anything to his head to at least preserve brain cells.
My brain cells however, are melting. Oh motherhood <3