E a t i n g f o r 3: tantrum

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Uh Oh, Julia Has Opinions

Julia started the day by pooping on her favorite pink pajamas. (How's that for an opener? Eat your heart out, Bulwer-Lytton.) I knew there would be a scene once she realized she'd have to wear different pajamas, so I tried to work quickly and got some snowman ones halfway on her before she noticed. Then came the tears. "Piiiiiink!" she cried. I left her on the floor to fuss about it. Eventually she just lay there, sulking and occasionally emitting a long drawn out, "piiiiiiiiiink..."

Julia wearing the pink pajamas in question. Obviously these are the most beautiful pajamas ever to grace humankind. (22 months)

"Piiiiiiiiiink..."
This is what Julia looked like before she gave up, except wearing totally repugnant snowman pajamas. (21 1/2 months)

Then it was time to eat. Julia was not happy that Blue Monkey Bib was in the wash and rejected the other two bibs I offered. "Booo!" she kept saying to indicate that she wanted her favorite blue bib. I then brought in four more bibs and those were summarily rejected as well, and by rejected I mean she continually cried "boooooooo!" still hoping I'd make the blue bib magically appear. I refused to offer more bibs so she reluctantly accepted Hippo Bib as though it were bib sloppy seconds.

Julia having a tantrum. She starts out small and fetal and then stretches out when she nears the end. (21 1/2 months)

Then it was canteloupe time. Julia remembered that I often give the babies forks for canteloupe so she asked for one ("for!"). I gave her an orange fork and she was upset. "Piiiiink!" she cried.

After breakfast, it was time for my run with the babies in their stroller. I decided to go a different way today and Julia immediately noticed the difference. "Ap-pulll!" she kept crying, since we usually pass an apple tree on my run. Her crying lasted about 2 minutes - she was very determined to go by the apples. I tried showing her pumpkins and a mail box on the new route, hoping that that would make her more interested in going that way in the future, but she couldn't have cared less. We ended up going by the apple tree on the way home, and I was like, "Look! Apples!" and she was stony silent like, "Whatever." I think she might have even let out a long sigh, rolled her eyes and sent her baby friends a text about how moms are sooooo lame.

"Apple trees are only cool at the beginning of a walk, Mom."

After we got back it was time to get dressed. Noticing that her outfit was purple, Julia asked for "pur-pulll" socks. The first ones I took out were lavender and I had to convince her that they were indeed purple. She accepted them but looked about as thrilled as when I had given her the hippo bib.

A poor substitute for "real" purple.

And then before her nap, Julia started calling out the names of things she wanted to bring into her crib. However, I couldn't understand her and she preferred to fuss instead of getting up to get them herself. Eventually I just threw everything I could find in front of her so she could get them her damn self.