Last night (after the rubber spatula beat down of 2016) Charlotte had the meltdown of all meltdowns. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, laying face first on the kitchen floor, crying like her body was on fire and her heart was broken. I mean the tears were fast and furious. The world was ending. There was no consoling her. Would you like to know why?
The ice cube she was playing with melted in her hands.
I’ll never understand toddlers. Never.
This sounds a lot like my son and daughter-in-law’s life with their Hailey. She is only 1, but she turns on the crazy a lot like Charlotte, except she sleeps through the night. She goes into crying jags, for very, very long periods of time where nothing soothes her…and I mean nothing. We visited last night and out of the blue she went into a crying session. Thank God she was willing to go into the outside swing with my husband…that seemed to soothe her. But when she was going to bed…the crying crazy started all over again!