Life Lately: Tantrums Edition

It’s Monday, and I sure hope it ends up being a happy one, because we have had a doozy of a weekend over here.

This picture popped up on my Facebook feed from four years ago, and I’ve been clinging to the memory of that chubby faced eight month old baby Lucy because four-year-old Lucy has been giving us a run for our money the past few days. And by “us” I mean mainly me.

I can tell Lucy is craving more independence, and I’ve been trying to give it to her when I can, but when it’s not possible she is losing her mind lately. She had three epic tantrums in the past two days alone, and last night was the worst . . . 45 minutes of screaming, throwing herself down, and losing her mind. We remain calm and try to help her through it, but once she gets started there’s nothing to do but ride it out.

Oh, and to top it all off once I finally gave up went downstairs after Lucy’s tantrum, it was safe to say I was frustrated with her AND myself and was emotionally done for the weekend . . .

. . . and the very first commercial I saw during the Super Bowl was the one for Google Photos. And then the tears started falling. #poorloretta #andherhusband

Ugh.

We’ve had some sweet moments the past week or so as well.

We hosted a play date last week, and I told the girls they could choose their own outfits. Here’s what they came up with! According to them, they “got all leopard up!”

Lucy finally discovered a childhood right of passage . . . connecting all the makers together!

This photo is equal parts funny and disturbing.

Lucy put Nemo under her shirt and said she was pregnant. She proceeded to help fold the laundry in between stroking her belly.

Must. Get. Outside.

I took the girls to a ridiculously crowded open gym last week, but we still managed to burn off some energy.

We went to Trader Joe’s after gymnastics and these two crazy girls each pushed their own cart. It was lunch time and fairly crowded. I felt like I spent the entire trip saying, “Scoot over!” “No, not that way!” “Wait for mommy!” and “Oops, sorry!”

An unforeseen consequence of each girl having her own cart is that they both wanted to put something in every single time. We came home with doubles of some not so healthy items!

Lucy has been asking to paint my nails for weeks now, and I finally caved on Friday night.

I had a little fixing up to do after she was finished and went to bed!

We went to visit my parents on Saturday while Matty pained the ceiling in Emmy’s room. They played my dad’s favorite game . . . he pretends to nap so the girls can wake him up. At some point, he usually does fall asleep.