So, this picture is from earlier this summer, but it sums up Ingrid's outstanding temper tantrums pretty well. Of course, most of the time she is an angel. She rarely causes trouble. But times, they are a changin'. In the last month or so, she proves (daily) that she has indeed inherited her mom's, dad's and grandmother's temper.
Scenario:
Someone doesn't follow her very polite request for more juice.
Ingrid calmly repeats herself. This time she adds hand signs. Obviously, the person doesn't understand simple language.
Unfortunately, this too does not work. Therefore, she must use other methods of communication: throwing toys, flinging herself dramatically on the ground, getting up fairly gracefully and doing it again--esp. if the person not giving her what she wants is trying his/her hardest NOT to pay attention--, crawling over to swat at the nearest person, then ending with a NO!
This never ends well for Ingrid. Time out--no juice, but the tantrums continue.
So, I am thrilled about this behavior. It is so neurotypical. I tell everyone about it. Of course, I try not to encourage it, but I am pleased. Our gal, the one with a lame leg, is communicating.
That determined spirit, her feisty, pluckiness will serve her well.
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