Is she serious? Or is she Cybil?

Is it just me or does anyone have one of these? Your precious little one, cute as a button ever so generous with the hugs and kisses...and then she turns on you.

All she asked was for me to help her with her shoes. Simple? You would think. Everything was fine until I told her it was on the wrong foot. Then the fury was released from hurricane Isabella.

Note to self, duck next time she chucks a shoe at my head.
Am I wrong to want to keep her from tripping over her misplaced shoes? Doesn't she see the point? Nope she's 2.

Damn..I forgot to duck (Ow!)

What happened to my darling 2yr old? Where were the puppy dog eyes and the "I 'yove you mama's?"

Shoes flying past my head, not exactly sure where the other 4 pairs came from, all the while she's screaming because yes dare I say it? I plopped her butt down for a "Time Out"

I find myself asking...
Is she serious? or Is she Cybil?

By the way she declaired "I'm over now..." (biggest grin on her face you ever saw)

When is a tantrum, just a tantrum?

Do we ever really just think for a second, "When is a tantrum just a tantrum?" When was the last time you had a full blown tantrum? I know exactly when I last had one, so do my kids. I'm not sure who started it first, Isabella is 2, ok 2yrs and 3 months old and has definatly hit the "Terrible Two's". Who ever said they were terrible lied, thier out right nerve wracking! I found myself arguing with a 2yr old over breakfast. Kind of went like this...

Mom: Isabella, eat your breakfast

Isabella: no mama, I done! (Throwing food to the ever so eager dog)

Mom: You need to eat sweetie (Picking up what food I could rangle from the dog, 5 second rule applies)

Isabella: Nooooo! (Throwing cup)

Mom: Yes! (picking up cup)

Isabella: ahhh ahhha hhh! (more kicking and hitting)

Mom: ok ok fine! (taking her down from the table) There! go play! (frantically trying to compose myself)

Isabella: (in the sweetest voice imaginable, and cutest expression) 'tank you mamam
(as she skips out of the kitchen as if nothing had happened

Mom: (Thinking to myself...hello cybil!)

Next kid tries to get away without eating.

Brandon: Mom...I'm done (food not even touched)

Mom: You need to eat too! (already frustrated from dodging Isabella's kicking and screaming)

Brandon: I did...(tone is snotty as hell, BTW he's 7)

Mom:No...you didn't

Brandon: YES!! I DID!..(yelling at me and flailing his arms)

This triggered my flailing arms, only I had a new mop in my hands. Lets just say...

Tantrum had...and the mop lost! :-)

PS had to buy a new mop!