Isabella decided to eat dinner tonight in front of the tv. Like that is EVER allowed. She did her best to cry her way from the table and sneak the bowl of food. She stomped. She bargained. And finally she yelled, "I don't like you MAMA!!" and slapped me on the leg. I think she knew what was coming because she immediately covered her little ass. I quietly got up, took her darling little arm, and led her to the bottom of the stairs for a time out. For the next 5 minutes, we heard "I don't like Mama! I don't want Mama!! I am mad at Mama!!" while screaming at the top of her lungs. I finally went to her, giggling to myself. The minute I sat down on the stairs, she threw herself into my arms and cried, "I love you Mama!" Do you think she is too young to be hormonal??
A few hours later, as I was leaving to go to a movie, she told me I needed to get rid of my mad face and then scrunched up her face to show me what I look like when I am angry. I think I will keep it for future tantrums:)
No comments:
Post a Comment