Lately, we’ve been trying to teach the Noodle about washing his hands–really teach him. He’s finally big enough to reach the sink by standing on the little stool we have for him, and he’s at the point where he’s really starting to make connections about the “order” of things. So after we change his diaper, we walk into the bathroom to wash hands.
He loves it. He waits, impatiently, at the bathroom door for us to come over. He hops right up on the stool and puts his hands right under the faucet. He’s learning to rub his hands together when we put the soap on, he’s learning to rinse. The Daddy is even teaching him how to shake his hands to get excess water off. It’s all super smooth.
Until we’re done.
Apparently, washing hands is the GREATEST. THING. EVER. And as such, the Noodle is not a fan of being DONE washing hands. So we get through all the steps above, great, fine, no problem. Laughs and giggles all around.
When we get to hand-drying, and getting down from the stool, and leaving the bathroom?
EPIC TANTRUM TIME.
I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. The kid loves water–he likes to play in the bathtub, the dog’s water bowl, the cat’s water bowl, the watering can, and any other standing pool of water. So I guess it makes sense that the faucet, with it’s never ending supply of water, would be a source of entertainment.
But still, the tantrums because we’re done washing hands? They’re kind of ridiculous. They’re actually kind of funny, in a “oh my god kids freak out over the weirdest stuff!” kind of way. I’m sure he’ll grow out of them at some point (unless he’s OCD about hand washing, and let’s not even think about what that might look like), but until then they’re equal parts hysterical and annoying.
It could be worse though. He could be throwing the tantrum because we ARE washing hands.