ME-isms...

This is perfect for me today...

Since I don't publish my children's full names on my blog-you'll have to just understand these are the lovely antics my little ME gets into and has brought me so much joy and happiness through the last few months of her life...  If her name were Annure, it would be called Annur-isms... get it?  Yes, I thought of that all by myself...

So my 3 1/2 year old (who will be 4 in August) has been diagnosed with a new problem called "Massive Tantrumitis."  This so-called condition, is brought on by several factors.  I shall list them...
1. Not getting her way.
2. Not getting what she wants.
3. Having to leave a friend's house earlier than she had planned. (aka-not getting her way)
4. Not buckling herself into her seat belt properly.
5. Not getting to ride in certain parts of the grocery cart.
6. Not being allowed to put her window down in the car and sticking her hand, or various other objects out the window.
7. Not eating her breakfast.
8. Not picking up her toys.
9. Not getting her water bottle when asked.
10. Not putting her shoes up when she takes them off...

Now, I probably could list about 200 other things that set this new condition off, but for the sake of time (remember, we're both wasting precious amounts of that while I write and you read) I'll leave the top 10 and go from there...

You're probably wondering what happens when the factors are brought on...I'm so glad you asked.  I will tell you.

She turns about 5 shades purple/red and begins to scream and carry on at the top of her lungs.  At some point, she nearly gags herself, upon which I tell her if she pukes, she's cleaning it up because I don't do puke illness very well, let alone puke brought on by tantrums.  She will begin to wail that her legs are hurting and she can't pick anything up.  She will throw things, including grape tomatoes, that make a lovely mess in the middle of the cereal isle.  She will try to embarrass me as much as possible so that if this were not my 5th child, I could never venture in public again...Little does she know this ain't my first rodeo...  She will tell you she is too tired to pick her clothes, shoes, water bottle, toys, whatever it is you've asked her to pick up and begin to melt into the carpet, grocery store floor, car seat, floor of van, or garage floor.   It's quite fascinating.  I've almost decided to sign her up for a case study so she can be one of the first the cure might be made available to...

I'm not sure if there is a cure, except that at some point in all five of my children's lives, they've all done this.  And the funny thing is, rarely is it the terrible twos.  More often than not, it's been the trying three's. 

I will try to find a picture that captures the true essence of what I experience on almost a daily basis in my home, at the store, at friend's homes, in parking lots, walks, and most places her and I venture these days...

It still won't do it justice.  I don't even think crayola could make the color her face gets... 

This doesn't hold a candle to her...