Mommy Tantrum

Ok. I totally had a mommy tantrum deserving of some chill-down time. Two days ago I was trying to get Bruce some lunch. He said he wanted a sandwich. I said what kind. He said a "big one." I asked what kind of big sandwich. He replied, "a big one." This went on a few more rounds when I finally asked if he would like a cheese sandwich. He said yes ... a big cheese sandwich. I promptly went & made him a big cheese sandwich. Brought it to him and he said .... "NOOOOOO. Gaeh, Gaeh, Gaeh, big Gaeh." I eventually figured out he wanted grapes. So I took the plate back and brought him a bowl of grapes from the icebox. He responded with a, "nooooo - gaeh sanich." So I had him come into the kitchen with me. We cut the grapes in half and he placed them on top of the cheese in his "big cheese sandwich." Then he went and sat back down. I brought him his cheese-grape sandwich. He said "noooo - its cold - too cold - heat it up mommy." So I took the sandwich back and popped it into the microwave for 15 seconds. Brought is back to him ... at which point he finally recognized the cheese and shouted that the cheese was "gross." I took the plate with the sandwich on it, opened the front door, chucked the sandwich into the front yard, handed the empty plate back to Bruce, and went into the bedroom where I sat on the edge of the bed rocking back and forth with my eyes closed & ears plugged. Eric got stuck with explaining to Bruce what happened. Apparently he was pretty upset. I did apologize about 10 minutes later when I'd regained some of my sanity :)

On another note ... Bruce walked into the kitchen yesterday and I said, "hola." Bruce looked at me, smiled and said, "Your not Dora." Then he said he wanted a sandwich. I asked what kind. He said a "big one." Then I said I'd make him a PB&J. He requested, "Mommy, don't throw it out the front door."