were laughing with, not at him

We’ve been practicing a new word around here in preparation for May, but every.single.time. I try to catch it on film OBaby plays dumb. This time I  got about half of the word at the beginning of recording, and then at one point a little later I’m pretty sure he said it while burying his head into the chair…But in the end, I captured something so incredibly typical of toddlerhood that I just had to share.You kind of had to giggle, right? I mean, not giggle at OBaby, because really he didn’t come up with the idea of throwing one’s self on the ground in despair, just giggle at toddlerhood and it’s idiosyncrasies in general. It is such a unique and crazy stage, and we are so up to our eyebrows in it around here. The banging, the boundary testing, the squealing with excitement. It’s loud these days.Plus, I’m still learning how to best help him through times like this one. If he’s not too disturbed I usually just try to distract or remind him of the right choice and help him make it (like I did here). Sometimes I have to walk out of the room because it is the only thing that will lessen the hysterics. Sometimes if his poor little heart has truly been broken, I console him and tell him that I know it’s hard when we can’t have XYZ.Really, I have no idea what I’m doing. I do know, though, that I’m enjoying the (loud, crazy) ride!