Still, when her world is suddenly swirling down the toilet (which happens every 10 minutes), she has surprisingly found a good coping mechanism.
When she first starts to lose it, she crumples to the floor sobbing in complete defeat.
Then she cries, "Banket!?!"
Which means one of these:
After which she cries, "Fwend!?!"
Which means one of these:
With her blanket and stuffed animal in hand, she is now ready to quietly weep until she can gain some composure.
Then, just as suddenly as it started, it is gone. The sun comes back out, birds begin to sing and all is right in the world once again ...
... at least for the next 10 minutes.
3 comments:
"keeping my fingers crossed that i'm just being pessimistic" is just about the best thing i've heard all week.
Just in case she doesn't grow out of this phase until she gets her driver's license I'm gonna venture to say that having a blanket and a friend as coping mechanisms is a much better thing than, say, drugs.
Aren't toddlers fun!!! I have an almost two year old also and his blanket is also his coping mechanism, if life is bad I just have to give it to him and he is fine- that and his pacifier!
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