Tantrum Day

You'd think this would be a story all about Collin, but it's not. See, Collin did have himself a bit of a meltdown last night. In fact, it was a whopper. He's had one other of these whoppers in his life, a serious, can't control his emotions meltdowns where I seriously don't think he can even see up from down. Daddy was out of town for that one and didn't get to witness it. But, this time he got to see.

Sure, Collin had one another one of those meltdowns last night. But, what I want to tell you about is not that he went so crazy that he hit the dog cage. No, I want to tell you about Daddy's tantrum. Yep, Daddy.

Like most folks with a baby, we have a baby monitor. Unlike other folks with monitors, our monitor sucks. It's the equivalent of a tin can on a string. If you plug anything else into the same outlet with the monitor, you get so much feedback on the handset, you can't hear yourself think, let alone any noise the kid might make. If you plug anything else into any outlets in the same room as the monitor, you get just enough feedback to drive you slowly insane. And, forget about taking the handset outside or anywhere out of it's range, which is approximately six feet from it's base. Yes, it truly is the worst monitor ever built.

Well, Daddy finally had it up to his limit with the monitor last night. Apparently, he, "or someone," had turned down the volume on our bedroom handset which meant at 2 am, I didn't hear Collin crying right away. I turned up the volume when I returned from slamming the pacifier in the kid's mouth (what do you want from me at 2 am!) and of course, we got feedback. Grrrrr! I asked Bryon to fix it. Apparently, at 2 am, he wasn't in the mood to fix the monitor for the millionth time, with methods equivalent to standing on one foot and holding it above your head or under your armpit to get it to stop buzzing.

Anyway, this is the end result. Now, we need a new monitor. I thought about giving Daddy a time out because we don't throw things; but, I thought better of it because he didn't seem in the joking mood. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was still ticked this morning because he didn't bother to pick up the scattered batteries, as if he was still not speaking to the bits that were all over the floor. It was almost sad.

Collin's tantrum has since been forgotten, however and he's super fine. He recovered by insisting that Mommy read him stories and that he wear his blanket wrapped around him like some sort of sari. He's weird. It had to be tied at the waist in the back and if it fell off, it had to be tied back on and he'd walk, shuffling his little feet like a penguin, or like Mommy used to walk in her mess dress skirt.


And, the backfield in motion view....
Mommy has agreed to let him wear shorts today because, yep it's still hot here. It's supposed to be 88 today and it was actually so hot at the park today he was sweating in shorts and a t-shirt...Mommy too. Alas, sorry to all you folks in the cold!

See...shorts...in case you are wondering why he's not wearing a shirt...it's because we're in the process of changing shirts after breakfast. Tell me, don't you think it was necessary? He doesn't agree with my decision, but I think that when 2/3 of a banana is ground into your shirt, it's time for a new one. Gross. Seriously. Gross.