It all started last night, when Ryan woke up every hour crying because he was afraid of the storm going on. Then because of that storm, we decided not to go to Disneyland.
Plan B was going to a fun indoor play place. But plan B was derailed because Daddy needed the car.
A lunch at Chick-fil-a it was.
We did have fun and had great company, but even I was disappointed in our exciting day turning average.
The afternoon was empty so after a quick game of Hi-Ho Cherrio, boredom and grumpiness set in.
And then it began:
Ryan wanted to go on a bike ride, but he was in underwear.
MOM: Ryan, you need to put on pants shoes before we go on a bike ride. (if it wasn't cold I might have just let him go in undies).
RY: I want to ride my bike!
MOM: I know, let's just put on pants.
RY: I want to ride my bike now.
MOM: It is easy, just put these on and we will go. ( I threw some pants at him).
Ry: Contunies screaming and refusing to put pants on for the next 20 minutes.
The whole thing became very funny, so I started taking pictures, which he didn't like one bit.
But it was funny!
All the while, this guy was just content to watch his brother in my arms, soaking in all of the tantrum tips for the years to come.
By the end of the night, we all recovered and Ryan was sweet for the last couple hours of the day. It seems he got it all out. We never did go on that bike ride.
Yay for tantrums!