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What the heck?!?!

I have a friend who's daughter is exactly one month older than Bug.  One day her status on Facebook read, "[Baby P] just had her first tantrum...I am scared for when she is a teenager...."

My initial response was, "First?!?! You lucked out. Bug has been having them since 9 months! Good thing I know how to be a teenager. I feel confident we can do this. Ha..."

Well, last night Bug took it to another level...

 Today, I wrote her a response that said, "I would like to share with you (to make you feel better) that Bug threw a tantrum last night...for 2 hours. 2 HOURS. STRAIGHT. I didn't hold her, nothing.  She was so mad she couldn't even get herself to stand up. She was face down on the floor, butt in the air, SCREAM-ING bloody murder. Then it stopped. :/ You're frightened about the teenage years? PRAY FOR ME."

(I'm pretty sure this made her feel a whole lot better about Baby P's tantrum.)

TRUE STORY.  My sweet little Bug had broken Mommy for the VERY FIRST TIME EVER.  I was so worried that there was something seriously wrong with her.  Her face was swollen.  Was she having an allergic reaction?  What?  No, her face was swollen from screaming and rubbing it into the carpet.  This was the first time I could not soothe Bug.  Did I mention it lasted 2 hours?  I felt so defeated I almost cried.  Then I grabbed everything and was going to take her to the hospital, unsure of what was going on. As soon as we got to the car...she stopped.  

WHAT THE HECK!?!?!? 

I was worked.  Parental FAIL.

I wasn't sure what had just occurred.  Only two hours ago, I had a sweet little Bug who was calmly eating broccoli!

See that sippy cup?  She uses it...sometimes.  She'd rather use a cup.  Yahoo!

After her tantrum, she smiled and played for awhile longer. McKayla, having been present during the torturous 2 hour tantrum, wants nothing to do with Bug.  Nothing.

I am at a loss for words for how Bug has been testing the waters.  When she knows she cannot have/touch something, she looks at you from the corner of her eye, as her hand is moving toward what she KNOWS she cannot have/touch.  I'm not thrilled about this phase.

I'm not one to have baby competitions, but I'm going to say that Bug takes the cake in the dramatic department.  I'm pretty sure her teenage years will be fun for all of us.

God Bless,
Kat

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