We were having a nice day until this evening when she had a HUGE tantrum over having to put her Leapster toy down to get ready for bed. It was an ugly scene. She even threw her dress-up shoe at me. I felt like George W. Bush there for a second. Thank goodness the other shoe didn't come flying at me. She hasn't had an out-of-control rage like this in a long time. And George W. Bush jokes aside, it left me feeling depressed. Every time I begin to feel like she's really turned a corner, she has a big tantrum. Granted, it's much better than the old days, but I would still love to see the tantrums disappear completely.
Is that asking for too much?