I knew it was going to be a long afternoon when Mia pitched a screaming, crying, hiding behind a towel tantrum because the cookie I let her have an hour before dinner was too small.
She cried even harder when she discovered that pitching a tantrum about the size of your pre-dinner cookie is an excellent way to lose access to your pre-dinner cookie.





Comments (14)
My son is three-and-a-half and he pitches a fit about everything. When he says yes, he really means no. When he says he doesn't want peanut butter, it really means he does. And the screaming when he doesn't get his way...oh, dear, I could just die. Or laugh.
People told me that age three was way worse than the terrible two's. They were right. My daughter is almost two-and-a-half and I'm still waiting for her terrible two's to start. I'm guessing that when she's his age, my house will be pure hell.
They say three is the first adolescence. You know what? They're right.
Posted by Amy | August 11, 2008 9:52 PM
Bummer for Miss Mia. What a tough little life she has! Good thing she's got that cute little grin to get by on when life is hard!
Posted by Dianna | August 11, 2008 9:56 PM
Ahhh, that can be a hard pill to swallow. Ya know, the actions have consequences thing and all.
Posted by Kelly M. | August 11, 2008 10:01 PM
NO! It's supposed to get better once they turn three!!!
Posted by Kelly | August 11, 2008 10:17 PM
I agree that 3 is worse then 2, I have to say the first few months after 3 I wanted to lock myself in my room and cry everyday but at 3 and 8 months life is so much better! Way to go on taking the cookie away, the right move, a hard one but the right one.
Posted by DeAnna | August 11, 2008 10:56 PM
And, welcome to three.
At naptime today Michael decided to destroy his twilight turtle rather than sleep. Than he cried at bed time when he didn't have his turtle. It's a long year.
Posted by jodifur | August 11, 2008 11:09 PM
Oh life sucks, indeed. I would have taken the cookie away too. Monkey only recently started with the little - big thing. When I say he needs to eat 3 spoon fools of dinner, before he's done.. he'll put an insanely minimal amount on his spoon. It's kind of funny.
Posted by Nadine | August 12, 2008 1:06 AM
I always read your posts with a smile because its so obvious how much you love your kids but sometimes they drive you mad.
The smile kinda slips when i remember i'm due in November and i have all this to come!
Pol x
Posted by Pol | August 12, 2008 4:09 AM
Meanie.
You'll be sorry.
She'll grow up and vote Republican just to spite you.
Posted by Jon (was) in Michigan | August 12, 2008 7:54 AM
Can I have her cookie?
Posted by Alias Mother | August 12, 2008 9:21 AM
Iggy is the same way, 3 year olds are VERY particular.
And now he has enough vocabulary to really let me have it. My mantra is, "That is NOT how we get what we want around here."
Posted by christina | August 12, 2008 9:27 AM
Isn't three wonderful? I'm counting the days until four. I've heard it gets better then. Hopefully we'll survive long enough to find out.
Posted by SarraJK | August 12, 2008 11:47 AM
Fate is cruel, indeed. Sad she had to learn such a harsh and enduring lesson so young. It's almost Shakespearean in its tragedy.
Posted by You can call me, 'Sir' | August 12, 2008 12:51 PM
but did you then eat the cookie? because that's what i do to, you know, add fuel to the fire. they seem to love it.
;)
Posted by ali | August 12, 2008 1:19 PM