Have you ever been ambushed by a small, jumping, screaming, crying wolverine? If you answered yes, then you know the horribleness that is a full-blown temper tantrum of a two-a-half year old.
It all started innocently enough. We'd had a lovely evening of dinner and palying. Peanut discovered the wonder that is a super-soaker. She had been watering floweres with Jen, when I showed up with a water gun, ready to soak them both. Sure, Jen had the unlimited water supplied by the hose, but I had the advantage of a toddler willing to flip sides.
Peanut had a blast figuring out that you can use something other than a hose to get people wet. Lots of wet fun ensued, and we played 'til near dark.
We tramped inside and got Peanut into her bath. I got her soaped up and rinsed off, and normally, I would have let her splash in the tub for a while. She wanted to lay down in the tub (which we all know isn't safe, and so does she), and had a fit when I made her sit up. She started hollering at me, so she had to get out of the tub. Naturally, this did nothing to calm her down. Soon, this...
...times a million.
Red faced, crying, screaming, hopping, and inconsolable. I felt bad for her that she so upset. She wanted to get back into the tub, and kept telling me that she wasn't done with her bath. Man, sometimes being a parent and disciplining your child sucks.
After a few minutes, we were finally able to calm her down and get her into her pajamas. After apologies all around, and a quick story and bedtime prayers, Peanut gave Jen and I each a great big hug, Peanut finally was able to relax in her bed.
After a long night, she's passed right out, sleeping soundly...
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