When the Nugget is good, she is really, really good. When she is bad, she is awful. This was in a story I remember being read to me as a child, and now I think my mother was trying to tell me something. She has said several times I am raising myself, that my child acts like I did as a baby. If I could remember the book, I would add it to the ever expanding library of children's books in our house. So far I Love You Stinky Face and I was So Mad are my favorite titles in our collection. Since I love books so much, I am forcing it on Quinn which means she will probably not like them. I have images of us going to the library and picking out books and sitting down for story hour. Isn't it nice when you can still live under the delusion your children will want to go along with all of the grand plans I have so lovingly conjured? Yeah, even I am not that naive.
Back to the Howler Monkey, there are no parenting books I read nor know of that can adequately prepare you for the reign of terror a child can have during a temper tantrum. I am really hoping this happens to other children and not just mine. She can turn moods in the time it takes you to blink, and I am in no way exaggerating the speed with which she turns her temper on. My mother-in-law says Quinn has the quickest temper she has ever seen on a baby. I'm hoping that its just because it has been awhile since she has cared for an infant she feels this way.
On Easter weekend, Quinn showed her true colors in a spectacular meltdown at my mothers expense. Bnonna innocently bent over to pick up the Nugget and a scream that I am sure I have never heard before came out of her tiny lungs. Two hours later of letting her cry, warm baths, etc she finally settled down. That blood curdling scream wasn't heard again for 6 weeks, when she met my cousin Andrew and then again the next morning when Meme was holding her. Sister does not mess around when she wants to let lose. Luckily these meltdown were not as long in duration but still as nerve rattling.
June was especially full of meltdowns for her, then mine. Thus the reason for my break from blogging. I'm getting back on track since Quinn seems to be settling into a more subdued version of the meltdown. Let's hope I did not just curse myself but typing that.
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| Crying is allowed as long as I can take a picture |
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| Charlie loves her when shes quiet. |
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| Taken right before she punched the dog, not on purpose. I think. |
