Freak out Friday

As mentioned previously, while Mister is pretty a-okay in my book, everything isn't always butterflies and flowers. He's a toddler. We've sprinted into toddlerdom. He's a handful, he's a mover (he's fast) and he has a giant personality. He's very independent.

So I'm adding a new feature, "Freak out Friday" to this blog. Occasionally, on Fridays, (which means less than once per month when I actually find time to blog) I'll post about the catastrophes which caused Toby to lose his cool over the week. Now, I must preface this by saying, I am a lucky Mama. My kid is fun. He's funny. He's affectionate (but likes his space too.) He's smart, and he's all the other good things every narcissistic parent says. Amiright?

But, hundreds of times per day occasionally, he'll freak out. Completely melt-down. Lose his cool, like WHOA!

This week's "Freak Out Friday" is sponsored in part by:
New England Winter
Barnes & Noble
Traveling
Kohler
The Mall of New Hampshire
Bing, the Chihuahua
Mama and Daddy

Below are Toby's most memorable melt-down moments:

Because we tried to brush his teeth before bed. Like big giant tears and blotchy skin kind of cry.

Because Daddy wouldn't let him drink out of the sippy cup he had thrown in the toilet moments earlier.

Because I wouldn't let him pretend my packet of birth-control pills was a telephone.

Because Daddy wouldn't let him use the cat door to go downstairs and investigate the cellar.

Because I wouldn't let him suck on the soap dispenser at Bath & Body Works.

Because I wouldn't let him eat the piece of cheese he threw in the dog's water bowl.

Because Daddy wouldn't read him a 5th story before bed.

Because the battery on his Fisher Price puppy died, and we had to take the dog apart to change it (he wept and signed "hurt" the entire time.)

Because I wouldn't let him ride the train at the mall, a third time.

Because I spoke sternly to him when he pressed on the dog's eyes.

Because I put his shoes on.

Because I took his shoes off.

Because, after falling multiple times and bumping into every piece of furniture, I finally put him down for a nap.

Because Daddy put "broom" in time out after he swung it at the cat.

Because we wouldn't let him stand on the new guitar we gave him for Valentine's day.

Because I wouldn't let him use the feather duster he found BEHIND the counter at Barnes and Noble.