The Fickle Heart of a Three Year Old

I came home after Ken on Wednesday from work. Before I arrived, Anna was all excited for me to come home and even had colored a picture for me. However, shortly before I arrived, she told Ken that she didn't want me to come home. Upon my arrival, she went postal. Of course, being the forward thinking mom I am, before I punished her, I cought some of her tirade on video. I am sure I can use it for blackmail in some fashion in the future. Here it is... Keep in mind, she was like this the second I entered the house. It isn't like she was reacting to me punishing her or something.

So once my video recording was complete, I gave her two options: 1) She could apologize to mommy, then come up stairs and eat dinner, or 2) she could go straight to bed. She continued to yell at me, so I gave her the two options listed above. Again, screaming, so I picked her up and put her in her bed. After dinner was prepared I went back up stairs to seeif she had chosen a different option and this time instead of screaming at me, she told me she wated to stay in bed. So Ken and I had a nice, calm, quiet dinner, with Emma-Grace stairing at us from her high chair. I am pretty sure she was thinking "so... where is my entertainment?" She looked pretty bored. Here is a snap shot of her during dinner.

So, about an hour and a half later (around 7:30 pm) Anna came back downstairs, appoligized to me and then I resumed my regular place as her most favorite person in the whole world. Here are some pics of her recovered from her satan-induced tantrum.

For some reason, Anna thinks that the purple Heffalump belongs on Emma-Grace's head...

Grammy bought Emma-Grace a bunch of Gerbber snacks (which is an awsome gift by the way!). I was a little slow getting her lunch together, so I gave her a bitter cookie to gnaw on to keep her quiet and she loved it.