The Waffle Moment

Owen is starting to cross over from the mild-mannered early toddler stage to the 'i'm almost 2, hear me roar' stage. Yesterday he had what Carlie and Scott (my sister-in-law and brother) call 'The Waffle Moment'.

The Waffle Moment occurs when a seemingly normal cute little toddler suddenly just loses it, goes ballistic, crying hysterically (typically with dry eyes), and goes all red in the face over seemingly trivial slight. In my niece Lili's case, it was a torn waffle that sent her over the edge.

In Owen's case, it was a screwdriver (the tool, not the drink). He was playing with a screwdriver, pretending to fix his kitchen set, which he really enjoys. This had been going on for awhile and it was time to have dinner. Since it's time to stop playing, the screwdriver goes back in the kitchen drawer. And then it happens. Suddenly, Owen is pacing around the kitchen, wailing, red-faced, going from Travis to I and then to the living room, having his Waffle Moment. This lasted a few minutes and we let him do his thing, and then got him redirected. It wasn't nearly as easy to refocus his interest as it was, say... 2 days ago.

Huh. Welcome to almost 2 I guess.