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[batteal]

Jake threw his first full-fledged tantrum today, at almost 16 months. I'm not going to try to make this into some cutesy amusing anecdote that would interest non-parents; I'm sure it won't. This is mostly for me

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[nausicaa1]

Sadly, that sounds about right. 16 months, doing death defying things, and freaking out when not allowed to do them. It's like they short circuit and need the nap as a re-boot, then they are right as rain. You're still traumatized by the whole idea that your beloved baby has just turned into this willful, intractable, horrid thing that you could totally see yourself smacking in an asile at walmart if you had just a smidgen less self-control, but they have no memory of badness at all.

I have left full grocery carts, unfinished play dates, movies, holiday get-togethers...you name it, with a screaming toddler in tow, sometimes one under each arm. Sometimes I'd have a kid so angry that they couldn't let themselves settle down. Then I'd have to sit and hold them tight and let them struggle against me until they were begging to go lay down for a nap rather than put up with me being in their faces one more second. I imagine that it's practice for the teenage years when they're throwing a tantrum and they're not little and cute anymore.

[batteal]

I still can't fathom the logistics of managing triplets as very young kidlets and babies. My one kid can occasionally run me ragged just all by himself. Sometimes I watch mine and his buddy Nolan together for a day or a few hours, and then boy am I tired of kids. I can't process the idea of three little ones (plus another, even). System...overload. You must have had a lot of help, in addition to being a total Supermom?!