For the last few weeks, Elliott has been a little, um...challenging. My theory is that since turning one, he has developed a sense of independence and it is pretty limited by the skills he has not yet mastered and the things his mean mother and father will not let him do. He wants to talk, but can only say Mama (usually when he's mad) and DA! - which is used for everything else. So if he is trying to tell me something, he resorts to screeching or screaming. It's fun. If he wants me to read a book, he'll throw it at me. If he wants to open the refrigerator and I block him, he melts down.
So, to keep it real, I haven't had much to say other than Elliott is a punk right now. Want to babysit?
This particular overreaction was caused by me having a bubble tea that he wanted to share, and the bubble tea having too large a straw for him to work (It was too big for me to put my finger over the top to feed him some, too). Which made him really mad. Which made him lose his mind.
Don't get me wrong. He has good moments too. But this certainly wasn't one of them.
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