Worthy of Documenting

This blog has grown into a place for me to share all of Emma Claire's firsts, funny moments, special memories, and today...well today I'm sharing what I'm pretty sure was the melt down of the century. I figure, what's the good in having a blog if you can't blog about the good, the bad, and the hideously awful moments that make you wonder whos child is laying in the middle of the road ahem. ugly? So here it goes.

Since we arrived in Texas last week, my dad, Emma Claire, Sammy the dog, and I have all taken a little walk in the evening after dinner. Sammy loves it, Emma Claire loves it, therefore my Dad and I love it too. Until last night.

The first few days we walked Emma Claire practically ran the entire way. I was thrilled. Getting extra energy out before bed equals better sleep at night. It was perfect. Then she got tired of walking. So I began holding her, which was fine but got kind of tiring/sweaty. So I had the genius idea last night to put her in my parent's wagon that she loved. That was perfect! She loved it. Winner in my book. 

 

 See! She is living the life, I tell ya.

 So it was totally natural for me to assume that she would love the wagon just as much last night. Silly me. What was I thinking? She was NOT having it. So I let her run most of the way while I pulled the wagon. Towards the middle of the walk I asked her if she wanted to pull the wagon. Which she did, of course. All was right with the world....until she started to get hot, sweaty, and tired. Then the wagon started to drift towards the side of the road, and she started having trouble pulling it. I tried to help her pull the wagon, which really didn't sit well with her. She started pushing my hand away and yelling, "NO!" at me. Lovely. After a few minutes of that I just plopped her little tush in the wagon and told her that she can't pull the wagon without a little help and since she wouldn't let me help her that she had to sit in the wagon. Well that didn't make her any happier. She really started crying and screaming, while trying to stand up in the wagon. Danger danger right there. So I got her out and tried to let her pull the wagon WITH me, one more time. That's when she ended up screaming and crying in the middle of the road. Finally I had enough, and so had my dad. I scooped her up {screaming and flailing}, my dad grabbed the wagon handle, and we walked back home. 

 Quite the deceiving picture.

You should have seen the three of us when we walked in the door. EC was still crying, and we were all a hot mess. Emma Claire immediately ran to Grammy and told her about what happened. It was hilarious. 

All in all, I know for a fact I'm dealing with a very smart and VERY strong willed little lady. I know this won't be our last melt down, but I think it was handled pretty well. Emma Claire wants what she wants and when things don't go her way she gets MAD. Sadly, she can't always get what she wants. Tough life lesson to learn. 

I just knew if I didn't write down the details of this epic toddler tantrum I might forget it in the weeks and months to come. And while I love reminiscing about the good times, I want to remember our struggles as well.  Especially when they're as entertaining as this.