My boy is a little manic these days. Most days he cracks us up continually, dancing and playing air guitar, singing songs (specialties include "A, D, A, D," which is the ABCs and "viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccccccccceeeeeeee," which is Edelweiss), getting into mischief, you know, the usual. But the tantrums have started, so help me, they have begun...Today, there were two. The first was a bath tantrum that occurred when I turned off the water in response to Jude dumping it by the cupful OUT of the bathtub and onto the floor. He didn't like that. Histrionics ensued, culminating in his throwing up (also by the cupful) from being so worked up. Eggs a second time, not as nice..... Tantrum lasted about an hour.

Tantrum #2 occurred just before his nap. He'd gotten his little hands on half a piece of gum and I asked him to take it out for his nap. He said, "Nope," and kept chomping. Eventually, after asking nicely many a time, I pried his little sassy mouth open and took it out. He heaved and cried for over an hour, inconsolable, mumbling, wailing "gum...gum....gum" incessantly. He'd shout at me if I tried to cuddle, talk or sing to him. After he finally calmed down and I put him down, I had to put myself in time out.

But, luckily, he woke up happy and reminded me how delightful he can be. Any brilliant coping strategies for these nerve-pummeling moments, people?

A few recent antics....

Jude got into my make-up and applied it just like I do. He looks better aux naturale, methinks.

After putting on his jammies the other night he ran around the house like a banshee pulling his pants up over his belly. This one has some serious fashion sense...

Unfortunately, he got a hold of my sun glasses. Fortunately, he knows how to work it...