Hee, one of the tough parts of dealing with your child's tantrums is resisting giggles or breaking out the camera. I for one would love to see a Matilda swooning tantrum.
My completely sucky day drove me to come home from the office and eat ritz with xsharp cheddar and red pepper washed down with red wine. That did help and I will wait until tomorrow to feel guilt.
What helped bunches was looking through my mail and finding a card from Fay! Now I am grinning, partly from the wine, but evermoreso from the mail from Thailand!
Huzzah! Well, me sending Christmas cards happens about once a decade, Laura, so you were in luck there!
She has started tantruming, so far all fashion-related meltdowns. Two nights ago she got her tiny mitts on a Coach bag my dad had gotten for me, and spent an hour toddling around the living room trying to get the strap to stay on her shoulder and crying with frustration when it wouldn't (also crying with rage when Hec tried to take it away from her). Last night she dug through her outgrown stuff, found a pair of tiny black patent shoes, and presented them to Hec insisting that he put them on her. They completely didn't fit, whereupon she melted down again.
OMG, that is truly awesome. Bless.
Ha. I thought my not-quite-three year old nephew's tantrum was pretty funny. He was mad because his dad made him wash his hands. Boy did he scream. My wish for him was that this was the worst thing that ever happened to him.
Timing, however, is crucial to finding temper tantrums funny
I need to note for the record that Matilda is completely capable of keeping the strap for Mommy's coach bag on her shoulder and looked quite the fashionista toddling around the living room.
It was only when I took it away (as it was filled with mommy's phone - one of which Matilda had already gummed to death - license, money, keys and other essentials) that she flew into a rage.
And yes, her tantrums are completely distraught and worthy of Greta Garbo playing Camille. She gets lower and lower to the ground, sobbing disconsolately then when her forehead touches the ground she goes prostrate like a penitent. With sobs.
Not quite a tantrum, but Annabel got in trouble Christmas evening for coloring on the walls, which I thought she'd known better than to do for at least a year. We were talking to her about it and asking her if she understood why it was wrong. She promptly replied, "Because I get a time-out."
So it turns out she's still not so clear on morality and respecting other people's things...
At least she understands cause and effect....
Mallory's tantrums are pretty much Lilo's. He is a melodramatic little poop, and then he faceplants.
Woah. Less than 50. When does the haiku start?
man, less than 50
morning will have tons of posts
no chance for top ten
here is my haiku
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