I'm wondering if the symptoms of roid rage show up this early in life for kids who have to use inhaled steroids for asthma treatments. They must, and surely their effects are concentrated in such tiny bodies, for how else can you explain the testosterone pumping through (and out of) our baby boy??
I've seen other boys, and I've seen parents of boys react to Jax's outbursts, and I'm thinking it really is just him.
At first we were thrilled with his early ability and propencity to throw a ball, but now things have quite literally gotten out of hand. He no longer finds joy in tossing the pigskin, and has instead taken to flinging all matter of Unintentional Flying Objects, such as hangers, trains, toy houses, etc...
Again, we started out reacting to this with a measured mix of delight and fear, but now it's weighing more on the fearful side, and with good cause. The kid knows what he's doing, and he's doing it on purpose. If you piss him off, you best be duckin', because chances are something heavy, pointy, and dangerous is coming at you.
Exhibit A: This afternoon I was munching on some potato chips when he came toddling up begging, so I handed him a couple of chips, which he proceeded to crumble and toss on the ground. Less than a minute later, he was back at my feet whimpering for a bite. A member of life's slow learning curve, I handed him another, and the cycle continued. When he approached me again, I refused, to which he responded by screaming at me, retrieving one of his previously discarded chips, and hurling it at my face.
Granted, not a scary object to have thrown at you, but just the fact that he made a point of picking up the object of debate and sending it flying into my face made it very obvious that the flinging was an act of anger towards me, and that I really should fear for my life from this point on.
Exhibit B: We were recently in a restaurant when he ran out of food on his plate, at which point he threw his head back and beat his chest like some Incredible Hulk Mini-me, screamed bloody murder, and chunked his sippy cup at our table. The entire restaurant suddenly got very still, until one by one, parents began laughing, children began pointing, and Mommy and Daddy began packing up.
So now all I want to know is how much I can get from our pediatrician for pain and suffering as a result of the meds she insisted would not adversly effect our little angel. I'm thinking a small negotiating session with a hungry, cranky, angry Jax should seal the deal.
Walter Drummond by Ree
4 days ago