Peter got the bright idea for us all to get out of the house a few Saturday's ago and do some impromptu fishing. One thing about our family and fishing is they don't tend to go together well.
(Look at us pretending to be having a good time!)
Sometimes things are hard because of this cute guy . . .
He played with the worms and tangled the poles and screamed and rolled around in the dirt in a tantrum fit until Peter started to lose it and the rest of us all packed up and left Peter to fish by himself while we got something to eat.
Speaking of which, guess who we don't take to restaurants unless we can't find a better way to slowly torture ourselves?
Went to the bowling alley for FHE on Monday and Will wanted to hold the ball and throw the ball all by himself (not happening) while throwing random tantrums in between when he didn't get his way.
I'm working on the not-giving-in thing really hard. Course I try and pick my battles. In our Love & Logic class they said to pick your battles but when you pick one you better make sure and win it.
When the speech pathologist came over recently to visit him and he threw a fit (he was extra cranky that day) I first ignored him and then deposited him in his bedroom for a little chill-time. She said I was doing all the right things so that made me feel better.
Candy. Save it for when it's necessary.
I captured the fake cry he pulls on us all the time on this video for all to enjoy. (Especially if you don't have a toddler right now.)