Temper, Temper

Oh my-- did you know that an eight-month-old could throw a temper tantrum? Me, either. But, apparently, mine can and did. She has done so three times now since yesterday and each time, she got mad at something I did, turned bright red, clenched her tiny fists, and screeched and cried. She didn't cry in a "I'm in pain" way. No, she cried in a "I'm mad as Hell" way. Hadley's little personality is so BIG now. It's hard sometimes for even her to contain.

The tantrums were precipated by mean, mean Mommy taking something away from sweet, little baby. In one instance, it was some smooshy, disentegrated Puffs (little snacks that dissolve in baby's mouth). They were damp and gross and she was having trouble grabbing her sippy cup and toys with the little lumps in her fists. That infuriated her. The other times, I took a bottle and a spoon from her to help her eat. She was furious again. The first time, I wrote it off as a response to exhaustion, but the second and third times, she was in full play mode and wasn't ready for a nap yet. I'm thinking the little bugger just has a temper. I can't even imagine what these little trantrums will look like when she gets old enough to heave her little body on the ground and thrash about in full tantrum mode. I can't wait.