This afternoon, Daddy, Lyka and I went out to the mall to have our usual bonding time. At first, it was fun. We were enjoying ourselves, walking around the mall — then Lyka rode the carousel. After three consecutive rounds in it, all hell broke loose. Maybe she just liked horses, or maybe she just enjoyed going round and round the merry-go-round, but one thing was certain: she didn’t want to get off that ride.

    She had one big tantrum then and there as her daddy was taking her off the carousel. She was screaming her head off and everyone on that particular floor of the mall were eyeing us — some were disapproving, some were smiling, some just wanted to look at something and we happened to be the most interesting group there at the moment. It took her about half an hour and a glass and a half of iced tea to calm her down. Once calm, we went strolling again and she eventually found her way into a toy store. Needless to say, we ended up buying her something; in this case, a pink table and chair set and a play-doh set. But instead of the “happy baby” expression we were expecting, she went on another violent tantrum.

    We were at a loss as to why she was behaving this way. She was such a sweet tempered girl, and though she did have some tantrum episodes before, they weren’t as bad as these last two. It seemed like she was unbearably frustrated at something. I guess she was pretty tired already so she wanted to go home or she was already feeling too tired and wasn’t able to say it aloud or do anything about it to make herself feel comfortable.

    Eventually, we got to the taxi bay and i sat Lyka on my lap in the cab. Almost immediately, she fell asleep and was finally comfortable. Leejay and I were finally relieved that Lyka was asleep. Personally, I missed cuddling my oldest. Since Kylee has been born, all that I’ve held is Kylee. I missed hugging Lyka for extended periods a time. I guess I have a lot to make up for. I only wish I could pay up my cuddle debts o her.

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