Carter was so far beyond temperamental this weekend. Our meltdowns don't come from a lack in communication - we know exactly what he wants. The problem comes into play when he can't have those things.
He's obsessed with our iPhones; we can't let him play with them anymore because he calls people. On purpose. Yep, he searches for the phone icon (despite my attempts to hide it) and deliberately picks out people to prank call.
He also has a thing for mailboxes. Whenever he sees one, he points and yells Maaaay! as if that mailbox needs to be plucked from the ground and set in his hands, pronto.
He wants the glass I'm drinking from. Pens. Laptops. Screwdrivers. To play outside during a thunderstorm. Batteries. Contact solution. Makeup. Bottles of medication. Cleaning supplies. The toilet plunger. Dada's brand new sunglasses. You name it, he needs it.
Unless it's food.
His message? If you need to do something, hide from me, or don't attempt doing it at all. Either way, I can read your mind. I'll just throw a tantrum anyway.
We tried to keep him busy, overloading him with attention and play so he doesn't have emotional breakdowns. We went to parks. Playgrounds. A lake. Played with little girls. I hope a good, solid night's sleep will have him waking up on the right side of the crib this week.
if he saw your vote, he'd want it, too.