Remember this little guy? Don't let the cute oh-golly-gee-I'm-adorable-wearing-an-angel-food-cake-pan disguise fool you:
People, I tell you...he is Satan's Spawn. Now that I think about it, he's actually worse than Satan's Spawn. Evil Spawn would just run around doing evil; this child not only runs around doing evil, but he throws HUGE MAMMOTH TANTRUMS WHILE DOING IT.
Holy crap! Someone save me before I start drinking at 8:30 in the morning! Yesterday we had ginormous, laying on the floor kicking and screaming fits because:
1. I would not give him more pretzels when he already had a bowl full of them (I'm stingy that way)
2. I could not physically hold him, read to him, and make lunch all at the same time
3. I wanted to change his diaper instead of letting him stew in his own poop
4. I looked at him
5. Short Pants looked at him
6. The sky is blue
I'm sure you're getting the general theme here! The worst part is that I can't seem to find anything that works to stop the tantrums. If I try to comfort him during one, he hits at me. If I try to hand him his blanket, he hits/kicks at it. If I sit nearby and stay quiet, he tackles me and hits me. If I get up and walk away, he runs screaming after me, runs physically into me, then flings himself on the floor at my feet still screaming.
I think it's safe to say that we've reached the Totally Irrational Toddler stage of development, complete with limb flailing.
I'm ending each day completely drained and I'm sure Pita Pocket feels much the same way. Short Pants never really threw tantrums like this, and if Boba and Bean ever did they are a distant memory (thank goodness!). I'm sure that Pita Pocket's frustration level will decrease at least a tiny bit once he begins speech therapy and can communicate his desires/needs a bit better, but that's definately not the entire issue. I mean, running screaming from the room when I announce it's diaper change time is a pretty clear communication, I think.
Cross your fingers that it gets better for *both* of us soon!