As the younger of my two daughters, 23 month-old Violet is used to being overshadowed by her bigger, louder older sister. But not anymore... As the Terrible Twos take hold, she is shedding the mellow and easy-going skin she's been living in since birth, and growing a crotchety, whineriffic, grumptastic one in its place. She has morphed into Jerri Blank - she's all attitude and lip and misplaced indignance. I've been comforting myself with the knowledge that this, too, shall pass. Also helping: the fact that my kid isn't the only 2, or almost-2, year old kicking up a big ruckus around the blogosphere lately.
The Boss has been promoted to "Mayor of Tantrum Town."
Quin has discovered that 911 ain't a joke in his town.
Wallie has been offering random gifts to the Porcelain God.
Archer has been throwing himself in front of cars.
How about around your house? Any tantrum tales to share?
