Tantrum City

As much as I hate to admit it, the cuddly, sweet baby phase is officially over for Mackenzie. That’s not to say she doesn’t love cuddles. Sometimes there is nothing she wants more than to lay on me and squeeze me like I am the best thing in the world. It is the best and I eat it up when it happens, but we have entered those lovely toddler years where Mackenzie makes her feelings known. And she makes them feel known LOUDLY. When she doesn’t get what she wants — which, to be honest, is most of the time since the things that she wants are usually dangerous — she throws herself onto the floor and screams. Sometimes she hits her head on the ground too, because there’s nothing like a little head banging pain to get your frustration out. There are times I just stand there and laugh at her, and then there are other times, like when Charlotte joins in with the yelling, that I would like to walk out the front door and come back when everyone is asleep and quiet. Her biggest fits yet have to deal with handing me frozen pizza and then having to wait for it to heat up. I get it. Who wants to wait for pizza when YOU WANT PIZZA RIGHT NOW?! Nobody wants to wait. But there is no explaining that to a 16 month old. She just screams on the floor the entire time, dramatically points at the oven and just generally acts like she is being forced to endure the very worst crimes against humanity. Don’t believe me? Take a look below. All of this was over a slice of pizza.

The pictures really don’t even do it justice. I’m now going to show you a video. If you’re at work, make sure you put headphones in. She is LOUD.

And there is just a sneak peek into our daily lives. The terrible twos are not that far away either. Jesus take the wheel.