Something is not right around here. In fact, something is just downright WRONG. I am about to bust a gasket out of the top portion of my head and steam will spew forth and eyeballs will spring from slinkies and tongues will fall out and loll about on the floor.
Becca is still not napping. And she is waking up at 5: 45 a.m. And she is throwing the most god-awful tantrums all day long over NOTHING.
Me: Do you want milk or juice, Becca?
Her: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAH (Falls on floor. Screams.)
Me: Here is your favorite book. Let's read it.
Her: NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO. I want THAT book (points at different book).
Me: Okay. Let's read that book.
Her: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO I want THAT book (points at original favorite book).
Me: Okay. (Starts reading.)
Her: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHO
SSSSSSSSSSHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WWWWWWWWAOOOOOOOOOOOO. (Cries. Falls on floor.)
Me: (Inhaling a huge breath, crossing fingers...)It is nap time.
Her: NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAHOOOOOOOO OOOOAAAAAAAAWWEFQWEGA!
Both: (Choke on own spit. Scream. Fall down.)
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