On Friday Brooklyn threw a major tantrum! She was screaming, arching her back, and throwing punches. I sat her on my lap and held her against me so she couldn't headbutt me and tried to calm her down. She kept screaming and eventually managed to wriggle her arm free. She then pointed at the front door, looked me dead in the face, gave me the worst crusty she could and yelled "Daddy!" She was obviously letting me know that she no longer needed my assistance and wanted to trade me for her daddy RIGHT NOW! Nice.
Last night Brooklyn refused to go to bed. She couldn't actually get out of her bed, but she let us know that she didn't want to be there by screaming for 2 hours before eventually falling asleep. You would have thought she was being murdered except for the brief intervals where she would stop screaming and sweetly say "daddy? ...daddy?" I slept with my ipod to block out the noise. (Kevin's better at zoning out that kind of stuff than I am.) She woke up this morning hoarse from all the screaming. Go Brooklyn!
This morning I thought I would be extra nice to Brooklyn so I made her a smoothie for breakfast (just a cup of orange juice blended with a cup of frozen strawberries) and put it in a sippie cup for her. She was SO happy and started sucking it down immediately. Then all of the sudden she pulled her sippie cup out of her mouth and started screaming bloody murder before quickly popping it back in her mouth. She did that a few more times before I figured out that she was giving herself a brain freeze but didn't want to stop drinking her smoothie. I ended up microwaving the smoothie for her and then she was as happy as a clam!
I just put Brooklyn down for a nap. Things were quiet for about 30 minutes and then I heard her talking to herself. She started saying "down" and then it got really quiet...a few seconds later I heard her ripping things off her toy shelf. I guess she finally figured out how to get out of bed! That ought to make bedtime even more interesting!