Before I get on with the post I want to write, I have to tell you that my precious, sweet tempered angel of a little girl has just had the longest tantrum in the history of tantrums.
She cried all the way home from nursery; she cried when I took her out of her pushchair; she threw her self on floor and cried some more...
She finally stopped crying, well briefly, when I gave her a beaker of water.
What followed was a stressful half an hour, until either the calpol kicked in or I got clever.
Then we had a lovely bath time and she asked to get into bed at 6:30. There she sang and drank her milk, asked sweetly for more milk and is now fast asleep.
I look at her sleeping now, the tantrum is forgotten and I want to wake her up so she wave me goodbye and blow me goodnight kisses again.
*The calpol wasn't just me drugging my girly, although at one point I might have done so gladly; I can see her little molars trying to poke through, it has to hurt and may well explain the temper, well I definately HOPE so.