While I think it’s a silly thing to say, my son seems to fit the stereotypical phrase, “He’s all boy!”
He loves dirt, collects rocks, and climbs anything in sight.
(I feel the need to say here that I want my kids to be involved in what they love. If my son wants to play with dolls, so be it. If he likes to wear his sister’s hand me downs, excellent, saves me some money. Basically, he’s free to be whatever he wants to be. It’s just, for now, he wants to dig in the dirt and eat it…which may be more of a “toddler” thing, rather than a “boy” thing…)
The first time he had an injury that involved blood, he was between six and nine months old, my daughter was two.
When it comes to getting into things and causing a disaster in my house, he’s all over it. In short, this kid is a handful.
It doesn’t just stop at home.
He is a handful in general. Everywhere we go.
I know being a “handful” is different for everyone, but in my experience, in my world, this kid is a handful in public.
I can only compare him to his sister and she was/is so easy while we’re out.
During her “Terrible Twos” she only flipped out in the comfort of our own home. The boy, not so much. He has big emotions, anytime, anywhere.
Before R was born, I took Z to story time every week, she was a perfect angel. The other day, I took the kids to story time and my adorable little guy was all over the place running over kids. He kept trying to get into the closets, (at the front of the room, in front of a LOT of people.) I had to grab him a few times, while sporting a very red face. Each time, he would cry and squirm.
Then he tried to run out of the room so he could explore the library. Again with the crying and squirming when I grabbed him.
Lastly, he went for the gigantic tub of crayons on a table across the room from me and started pulling at it. That was my final straw. I got to leave the library in the middle of story time with two screaming children. R was crying because I was carrying him and Z was crying because she wanted to stay.
When you’re at the grocery store and you hear a kid testing out their voice by yelling and screaming for fun, that’s my kid. While he’s screaming, he’s undoubtedly trying to stand up in the shopping cart, even though he’s strapped in.
Lately, when I make plans to go somewhere with the kids, I get an knot in the pit of my stomach, and my throat seems to constrict. I don’t want to do it. Even when my husband is going with us. It makes it much easier for sure, but still, we never know what kid we’re going to get.
Will he be sweet today? Or will he continually try to climb out of his high chair at the restaurant?
We never once had an issue with Z while eating out. R, on the other hand, has no problem screaming his head off if he wants to do something else, (never mind all the fun activities we have to entertain him.)
For my husband’s birthday we went to his favorite restaurant. Our little guy was misbehaving so badly, my husband had to take him outside. So much for an enjoyable family dinner out…for the next few years!
I think now is the time for us to adapt. We’ll continue to take him out, but we’ll be pickier about where we go. Maybe not restaurants as often, we’ll save those mini spending sprees for date night. We’ll go to parks a lot more (thank you, nicer weather!!), and stick to places where kids are expected to be kids.
As for story time, I’m going to keep trying. It’s one of my daughter’s favorite activities and I don’t want to keep that from her-and I know he loves it too, we just need to work on his behavior.
Now I just have to suck it up, swallow that enormous lump in my throat, and smile really big. Maybe nobody will notice I’m on edge.
How do your little ones do in public? Have you had to adapt your outings? Do you have any tips you would like to share?