Isn't she adorable when she's sleeping?
This child. This tornado of a child.
These were her mood swings, and this only describes about 10 minutes: She didn't want an apple. She did want an apple. She didn't want to ask nicely for a piece of apple. She wanted applesauce. She wanted apple juice. She didn't want apple juice. She wanted to feed herself applesauce. She spilled applesauce. She couldn't get applesauce off her hand. Bella licked applesauce off her hand. She had to go potty. She didn't want to go potty. She wanted to jump. She didn't want to jump. She was mad she couldn't jump higher than she could jump. She hurt her foot jumping. She wanted to watch Tangled. She didn't want to watch Tangled. She wanted to watch Tangled and Shrek at the same time. She only wanted to watch a minute of both, then came to jump on me. She was mad I wouldn't let her jump on me. Any of these small things could result in a massive, oversized, kicking and screaming tantrum. We had three today, a new Avery record.
Jason just sat and watched her and looked at me and said, "I have never had a child throw a fit like this. Not once." I said, "You've never had one of your children be the daughter of Jenna Pecor." He laughed and so did I. It was all we could do, as Avery sat and stomped her feet and her face turned red and she threw herself on the ground. And then, it was done. The epicenter of the tornado, then the calm after the storm.
Yeah, this pretty much sums it up. Avery just as happy as can be, and Jason just, well, just sitting in disbelief.
Sigh. Be afraid. Be very afraid.