Noah's Crackers

Gentle, patient, obedient, timid, and thin are all words I would never use to describe Noah. As he has now reached the 18 month mark, his little personality is becoming very apparent and quite amusing.

Noah- or as Calvin calls him, "the little chubby bubba"- is obsessed with anything on wheels. He loves playing catch and "kick" with RB. He prefers to go shirtless whenever possible and hates nothing more than long sleeves. He's a self made vegetarian and his favorite dishes are straight humus, sauteed tofu, and anything with sugar. He's hungry, always. He enjoys dancing and all animals. Since he's great at pointing, verbal communication is meaningless to him. I've yet to find anything that he's afraid of, except nursery. Oh, and then there's the temper...

Whenever I make the monthly trip to Costco, I'm always sure to pick up a big container of animal crackers. Not only are these Noah's absolute favorite things, but RB has also been know to eat half of them in one sitting. This particular time it just happened to be the last half that he finished off and he wasn't smart enough to hide the evidence. Little Noah came upon the empty container and immediately voiced his dismay,"Ma!" He then proceeded to pick up the container, which is almost as big as himself, and walk around protesting, "Ma!Ma!" He finally came to rest in front of RB and me at the table and shoved the container in my lap. Although he could tell by looking through the clear plastic that, indeed, all of his precious crackers were gone, I pulled off the lid just so he could be doubly sure.

After having his fears confirmed, Noah lost it. He threw the container down and started screaming. This was not crying, but the no tears, bright red face, clenched fat fists screaming. He then grabbed the lid out of my hands, threw it to the ground, and just to make sure he got his point across went to his little wooden table, grabbed the nearest chair and threw it to the ground as well (to his credit, this last toss did enhance the drama of it all). He then stared defiantly as he waited to see how we would reconcile the situation.

RB and I both found ourselves once again biting our lips to keep from encouraging this behavior. Who knew an 18 month old was capable of such rage?

This doesn't bode well.