February 28, 2012
We’re not entirely sure what prompted the start of the 20 minute tantrum. My best guess is that she spied the bag of Playdoh in the top kitchen cabinet at some point and thought it looked fun and shiny (even though she has never seen What It Is Or Does) and when we told her no, everything she demanded and was denied for the next half an hour was a very, very big problem. Especially when I denied her Maggie’s Nintendo DS. WOOBOY.
Girlfriend is full of piss and vinegar, 24/7.
I should also point out that Maggie did not do this kind of a thing until she was older and could talk. (This is one my favorites. I mean: BROKEN CHEESE, YOU GUYS. THE HORROR!) (Yes, I like to videotape my children having mental breakdowns. I win at Mothering!) Dealing with tantrums from a verbal child was a completely different thing than dealing with it from a 17 month old who says ‘Daddy’ and ‘uh-oh’ and… that’s basically it. Right now, with Audrey, we’re all WTFOMGG???!?!!!??? and do our best to explain over the screeching why we said no. Because we KNOW she understands US, we just can’t understand HER. So. GOOD TIMES!
You’re welcome for the free birth control!