So the Peanut is now 2 and a half, and she's developed multiple personalities. One minute she is a darling cherubic angel, sitting "criss-cross-applesauce" and flipping through her books, or stacking her blocks.
And then something sets her off (often we can't tell what) and the Crank Monster shows up, destroying everything in her path.
Maybe it's because she's got molars coming in? We (Mr. Fraulein and I) just wish we knew for sure what is causing these tantrums--aside from the fact that she's two years old--but even if we did, we might not be able to do much about it.
So we try to ride out the storm, not giving in to the increasingly-hysterical mid-tantrum demands. ("Get me my sippy cup" when it's 10 inches away from her, etc.) But man oh man, does it ever make you want to drink a giant glass of tequila.
And I don't even like tequila.