People always talk about their toddlers having meltdowns and how horrible it is. It's one of those things where you can't fully understand it until you have the joy of personally experiencing one. Ella has had meltdowns in the past. Or at least we thought she did. In previous meltdowns, she would get real sad and cry, but it usually only lasted a few minutes, maybe 5 at the most. Well, last night, not so much. We had our first, full-on, 110% meltdown. David and I were kind of stunned in that she was still going crazy 10 minutes in. We kind of didn't know what to do, but we just ignored it as much as possible. But how do you ignore what sounds like a dying hyena screaming in your ear? So, we just wound up laughing to each other about it at the end.
It all began with dinner. She wasn't eating her dinner so I told her that I was going to set a timer and if the timer goes off and she hasn't eaten anything, it's going in the trash. 5 minutes later, her plate is untouched. Then came the realization that you have to do what you said you were going to do. So, I (because David was conveniently holding Finley--well played David) picked up her plate and threw it away. Good Lord, the child went absolutely crazy. I mean, it was like a hysterical alien took over her body. She sobbed, cried, screamed "I want my suppa" at least 82,000 times. Luckily, David and I were able to laugh about it to each other. We kept asking each other if she wanted her supper because we weren't quite sure what she wanted. Finally, after ignoring her, she calmed down and then acted like nothing happened. Just like that, she was back to her normal sweet and funny self. They sure can downshift fast can't they?
And today, as we were retelling the story to DeeDee, I asked Ella if she was naughty or nice last night. She told DeeDee that she was naughty and then she said "mommy threw my suppa away". I'm glad her take away is that I'm the bad cop. Here's a picture I was able to take last night of Ella, about 2 minutes before she calmed down.
Yes, that is the top of the couch.
And, we've had a big development with Finley. Well, not really big, but just another thing to remind me she's getting bigger. Yesterday afternoon, I went into her room once she had woken up from her nap and I found her sitting up in her crib, grinning from ear to ear. So, David took out the bumper last night and lowered the crib. She LOVED her bumper and would play with the ties on it all the time. I was a little nervous that she wouldn't like her new space, but she did great and seems to love being able to able to see out. Can someone please tell me when kids stop getting big so quickly?