Sweet Charlie doing the traditional tunnel crawl.
Charlie's labor was peaceful and he is pretty mellow.
labor was intense and he is "high spirited." When Luke was born, I couldn't stop screaming. I screamed so much that people on the other side of the hospital confessed later to hearing me. I remember the doctor saying, "Cristin, harness the energy you are using to push this baby out." I replied, "It just feels good to scream!"
If I were to write a book about Luke right now, I think it would be titled, "It just feels good to scream!" Small tasks, such as getting dressed, getting into the car, and eating lunch, have become monumental challenges as he seems to defy me at any chance he can get. Everything needs to be "his" idea - what to wear, what to eat, where and when we go anywhere. He rarely responds to "No" or "Time Out" unless it is enforced by a spanking or cup of water thrown into his face. Sometimes I want to go somewhere private and just scream as loud as I can. My temper tantrum threshold has reached it's limit and I'm about to burst.
When we were in Orange County last week, the unimaginable happened. Luke opened his car door while we were driving down the freeway. Going 70 mph, he started pushing at the open door. There was nothing I could do but scream.I squeezed his leg tightly and screamed at him to "Stop pushing at the door!" Of course, he kept pushing at the door as hard as he could. Anyone who's tried to restrain him during a temper tantrum will agree, he is a very strong 2 year old. I screamed for about 5 minutes straight until we were able to stop the car.
If you want to scare your toddler, scream. Scream long and loud. Luke was so freaked out that I actually kind of felt a little bad for screaming, but not that bad, because it felt really good to scream.