A Great Workout... And No Tantrums

I don't know what Tyler wants. Here I am working on my laptop and he's playing in the living room just a few feet away. He has an ice cube in his baby-safe feeder because he was fussy and I assume this will help if he's teething.

He comes running up to me and starts climbing on my chair. He puts his empty feeder thing on the table and I get up to go get another ice cube. He immediately starts whining at me.

"Come on, let's get an ice cube." He follows me to the freezer, which I strategically shut just before he grabs the frozen peas.

He really starts whining now. And he's stomping his feet. I hand him the feeder with the ice cube, and he throws it at my feet. Is this the beginning of the "terrible 2's" and the temper tantrums?

I stomp my feet back at him.

He backs up and stomps his feet: left, right, left, right. Then he waits expectantly.

I stomp back at him. He giggles as he stomps again.

We take turns stomping around the kitchen for several minutes, both of us giggling. I feel like I've walked a mile. Maybe I shouldn't have stomped so exaggerated-ly!

Can I hope it will always be this easy — and this good for my legs — to avert a tantrum?!