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Tantrums

  For those who don't know, every so often I write a letter to my children. It starts when they're conceived and then whenever I feel the need to share with them what's going on in they're lives and how I'm feeling about them. I thought I'd share my latest letter to Ryler.

  Ryler,

  For the last several days in a row, you have thrown an epic tantrum. These tantrums usually involve throwing yourself on the floor and screaming for approximately 1 hour, accompanied by spitting, hitting and kicking. Most often I’m left with a severe headache after these episodes, and wondering what brought on a meltdown of this magnitude.
  Your dad and I are rapidly approaching insanity and possible alcoholism. We expect you to pay the bill when we end up institutionalized and heavily medicated. Just so you know.
                                                                                          Love, Mom

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  1. emilyDecember 13, 2010 at 12:28 PM

    Ha, ha!! This is hilarious!! Not to mention a wonderful idea, I think I must give it a try:)

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  2. NatalieDecember 13, 2010 at 9:53 PM

    Too funny! I'm feeling the same way about Ella. She's been throwing massive tantrums, only she's 5; a good deal older than Ryler.

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  3. HeatherDecember 15, 2010 at 12:25 PM

    May I suggest chocolate instead of alcoholism. It works wonders! Just pop a few pieces in your mouth every time he screams. After our kids are grown we can both try out for The Biggest Loser together.

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  4. ScarlettDecember 16, 2010 at 1:56 PM

    Love it! Kassi threw the worst tantrums at 3 as well. Hardly any tantrums at 4, more tantrums again at 5. Does it EVER end??????

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  5. Jennifer HatchDecember 26, 2010 at 2:07 PM

    I think I'll just copy and past that letter for Michaela... these crazy little ones! I'm sure we were not like that as children. :)

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