Crabby Pants

Well Isabella has a cold. And she’s in the terrible 2’s (yes, already). Not a fun combination for mom and dad. She was fussing this morning as I was getting ready for work. She didn’t want anything offered to her and proceeded to throw her oobies and cry. Then she’d scream because she wanted them back. So we ignored her. Eventually she calmed down and just sat in the middle of the floor.

I happily left for work (how many days can one say that?) and wished CJ luck.

He emailed me mid-day to say it was rough and he had a headache.

She was doing fine when I got home. Until I tried to change her in to her PJs. She wanted to take her own sock off and couldn’t get it. That was the worst thing to happen since Beiber Fever. She cried and wailed. When I was done changing her and put her down she rolled on the floor and started thriving.

tantrum

I had to stop myself from laughing. She was making quite the spectacle.

tantrum2

She eventually calmed down, until it was time to brush her teeth. Then it started all over again. As I type this she’s in her crib crying so hard she has the hiccups.

I keep telling myself, “this too shall pass.”

Please.

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