It's Tough Being a Baby

I don't even know why I am sad. But I am very dramatic about it.

Meanest. Mom. Ever.

So here is the story. I wanted to play outside. Mom wanted to make dinner. I do not like Mom's rules. So I made my feelings known while trying to pry the back door open with my little fingers.

When I found escape was futile, I followed her around letting her know I disapproved of the decision to stay inside. I also let her know that DADADADADA would agree with me. She was unmoved.

Don't let my badass cobra shirt fool you. I am really just a big baby.

Another Oscar worthy performance

I guess I'm not to the point of enjoying the "pure theatrical brilliance" displayed in Robert's tantrums quite yet. Oh, I'll acknowledge that the drama is worthy of an Oscar, but COME ON! This is already getting old.

No, you can't have Daddy's cell phone back. The good people at phone number 444-4444 are probably getting tired of hearing from us. And no, you can't have Mommy's cell phone, either.

And this isn't even the "terrible twos" yet???

I keep threatening that one more tantrum and he's going on eBay. With no reserve. I see other Moms have the same idea... maybe we can get together and unload our kids as a lot.