Thursday, February 2, 2012
|Siena at 4 months|
I discovered this new emotion (that Joe cleverly named) when I took Sisi to Party City to shop for her birthday party, and they gave her a free helium balloon. Sisi looked up, mouth wide open in wonder, babbled, and smiled. I thanked the Party City gal and said, "Yay! Now she'll be entertained for the next hour."
When we got home, I gave her the balloon to play with. Try to picture this, because I didn't get any video footage:
More babbling, more smiles as she pulls the string back and forth and the balloon bobs in the air. Then suddenly, tears and wailing, as the balloon bops her in the head. Then a second later, cheerful babbles as she kisses the balloon. Then crazy ape tantrum as she kicks and screams on the floor. Then, she sits back up and sings as she caresses the balloon. Then, she's balling again and trying to bite the balloon.
I'm standing there, staring in amazement, not sure whether to kill the balloon or let her work out her funstration. What's a parent to do?
I tell her I'm taking the balloon away, let it rise to the ceiling, and welcome her to my lap for cuddles. She points to the balloon and says, "mama!", asking me to get it for her. I decide to give it another try, and the same Jekyl and Hyde fun-strated episode occurs. I decide it's nap time, and stab the balloon to death once she's fast asleep.
But guess what Nana brought Sisi for her birthday a few days later? A big shiny mylar balloon. The second I saw that thing, I knew we were in for trouble.
Parents, tell me, have you ever witness a "fun-stration tantrum"? What did you do? Why do you think this happens?