Life’s soooo hard when you’re 19 months old! This is the face of Tantrum Rosemary. We have been seeing it about 10 times a day, lately, depending. This was a tantrum because she was trying to bring her Brio cart up the stairs and Andrew tried to help…heaven forbid!

I think we’re entering the terrible twos a little early. It doesn’t seem to be related to new-baby jealousy, either, as she’s been super busy and had plenty of attention and outings lately. And when a tantrum hits, there is pretty much nothing that will distract her. She was laying on the floor in the middle of Target yesterday, screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. Why? We made her put back a stuffed Elmo. Repeat at the bin of giant balls. Repeat at the fruit snack aisle. It was rather embarrassing and we calmed her down with a video on the iPhone and a snack, but hurried our butts out of there. Then Andrew took her to Toddler Time at the library, and it was a similar story. And this morning when we wouldn’t let her take a shower because she had JUST taken one. 

Seriously, she’s a handful right now. I think it’s a combination of frustration about not being able to communicate as she wishes and also just testing her limits. I hope it’s a quick phase, because I don’t like that sad face!