Oh. My. God. Today was the most amazingly out of control day with our two year old, K-. Seemingly from the moment she woke up, she was a little spitfire, doing her own thing, being belligerent (shouts of “Never!” when asked to do even the simplest thing), being unable to stop or slow down, and just having far, far more energy than any little one should have in their body.
In our terms, she was completely out of her body most of the afternoon and evening. It was a sight to see, when it wasn’t driving us all — pets included — around the bend!
Even when we tried to give her a quiet, warm bath with lavender bath crystals, low lighting, and me quietly reading some of her favorite books this evening, she was flipping over, dumping water onto the floor, standing, sitting, laying down, standing, flopping, splashing, nonstop.
But talking with Linda about the day, we realize that one factor that doubtless contributed to this behavior, because K- really has a lovely disposition most of the time, even if she is a bit on the, um, self-assured side of the scale, was that she somehow found and ate a handful of chocolate chips this morning, and then really didn’t eat much else during the day.
It wasn’t from lack of us trying to feed her. Heck, my 6yo son G-, K- and I went to a favorite local Mexican restaurant, but she was so out of control that I finally gave up, switched our order to go, and we came home to [not] eat lunch. Even then, at 1pm, having had basically nothing to eat all day, she wasn’t interested in more than 2-3 forkfuls of rice, and that was with some bribes.
The afternoon was a complete challenge, with her running outside half-naked (it was only 47F and melting snow all over the place, not a good environment for undressed children!) or chasing our pets with various weapons of damage, or worse. Dinner time? Well, she didn’t stop moving for that one, spat a mouthful of water on Linda, and kept running in circles while the rest of us desperately tried to focus enough to actually eat dinner. Halfway through dinner we switched to the bath, as I said, and I guess it worked because within about 30 minutes Linda did succeed at getting her to collapse unconscious on the bed. 🙂
What amazes me is that this isn’t the first time we’ve seen her wig out from chocolate or other sweets, and indeed while there may be so-called experts who claim that food doesn’t alter behavior, or more specifically that sugar doesn’t affect behavior, I think they’re complete nitwits, personally. Give my kids something with corn syrup, for example, and I can predict how they’ll react in the following 10, 30 and 60 minutes. And it ain’t pretty.
So we have survived the tornado of K- today, and I have thrown out the chocolate chips she apparently snagged a handful from. I can only hope for smoother sailing tomorrow!