where's a band of gypsies when you really need them?

we have been in the throes of the terrible twos around here ever since our trip to florida. it started with a trip to a mall in ocala florida and evie's discovery of what i'll call "satan's rides". you know those coin operated little rides in malls. they look so innocent, but now i know.



once the child has had a taste of the rides, there is no stopping her jones. in this particular case she got to ride on three different rides, and easily agreed before the third that this was the "last ride".

hmm, she did seem to agree a little too easily.

the removal from the ride and the walking away resulted in her first mall tantrum. she was on the floor kicking and screaming yelling "evie ride choo choo train".

now i know what you're thinking. where's the video? well don't think i didn't want to get some for you. i had my camera in my purse and would have put my foot on her back and taken a video for you all if i didn't think that someone would call the cops on me, so my memories will have to suffice.

i finally carried her out of the mall screaming and pleading. people were staring at me, but mostly with the looks of people who understood.

since that time the tantrums have not really subsided. the trip home from florida could have been titled "tantrum at 37,000 feet". we were not loved on that plane, even though grandma gave us plenty of stickers to entertain ourselves with.



once we were home things seemed calm, for a while. the tantrums now seem to be over two primary issues:

1) evie be naked - she no longer wants to wear a diaper or any clothes, no matter the occasion

2) evie ride here - she no longer wants to ride in her carseat when there's a perfectly good console she could sit on in the car instead

mind you, these are not the only events that can trigger a tantrum, but there are pretty much sure things.

so, i ask again, where is that roving band of gypsies my parents always threatened to sell me too?