My son has a new behavior that started in the middle of January: he does not want to get out of the car.
Now, this doesn't happen all the time. It just happens when we pull into our driveway. I can't get him to tell me why he doesn't want to get out of the car. He just keeps crying that he wants to "keep buckles on" and to "go that way." Which way "that way" is, I still can't figure out. It looks like he's pointing back down the road.
When we get back home, I always unpack the car first. The crying and whining has usually already commenced, so I just leave him in his carseat and unload. Once that's done, I go and get him unbuckled, all the while trying to reassure him. Again, I try to ascertain why he doesn't want to go in, but to no avail. It always turns into a kick and scream fest with him going limp. I have to drag him into the house then lay him down on the floor.
Once we're in the house, I'm not allowed to take his coat off. He screams for me to pick him up; I do, but he only freaks out more and won't calm down, so I just lay him back down and let him have his tantrum with his most-trusty blanket.
After about five minutes, he finally calms down enough that he has to look for me. He lets me hold him, and we cuddle. All is right again.
What I find hilarious about this situation is that I have to pull teeth to get him to go out with me in the first place. He doesn't go into full-on tantrum mode, but he does "whine" how he doesn't want to go out and wants to "stay home." Then once we're home, he doesn't want to be there, either.
I thought that these outbursts were associated with his nap or snack times, but that isn't always the case.
I'm so used to doing what I want to do all the time, I do forget that I now have a little human with wants, needs, and opinions of his own. He's started to rebel against the decisions that I've made for him, like the shirt he's going to wear today, the playgroup we're going to, which slice of identical pieces of bread he wants.
It's a small gesture, and it really doesn't add that much time to my day, but asking "which one" has started to go a long way with me and MonkeyBoy.
Which shirt?
Which pants?
Which cereal?
Which drink?
Which truck?
Do we leave for storytime now, or in five minutes? (Some things are still non-negotiable, but I can sneak a "pick-one" in there somehow)
Right now, my son has fallen asleep on a pile of blankets he dragged into the hallway, with his coat still on. Apparently, leaving all the fun we were having at the supermarket this morning was just too much to bear.
Yankee Doodle Dandy,
– TYG