Tired Tired Girl

Kaitlynn is our little stinker. When she gets hurt she will. not. come. to. you. She will stand wherever she is at and cry her heart out. Usually she puts her hands up to her face and cries. If she is close to the floor she will lay down and have it out.

We're trying to let her cry things out if she's not seriously hurt. She was in the habit of having to have one of us pick her up if she was crying. She would not calm down until one of us picked her up, and usually most of the time it didn't help.

On this night she was extrememly tired. She'd went on all day with about 45 minute nap and was overly tired. Couple that with eye teeth comming in and you have one tired, cranky child. She was doing pretty well until about an hour before bed time. Boy does she love books, until she lightly shuts her finger in the door. Then this happens. . .

Forget the fact that she was only a foot from the floor. She thought it'd be easier to just lay her head on the bookcase. She stood like this long enough for me to get at least a dozen pictures.

Needless to say though she wasn't pleased with the number of pictures I was taking, and the fact that I hadn't picked her up yet. She went on to stop her feet and throw a fit because I was taking pictures. Gee I wonder where she's seen it happen before...MacKenzie! Let the terrible two's begin!