This is the Cuddler. I just want to clarify that I am in charge. At least between the Plum and I, I am in charge. Both of us cannot be in charge.
There seems to be some confusion on this particular issue. Mainly, the Plum seems confused. He seems to think that when I say, "No, don't touch" referring to our new fancy pants camera, that I am extending an invitation for him to throw himself in the floor and pitch an all out dammit fit. This is not such an invitation. I tried to reinforce the inappropriateness of this behavior tonight by putting him in his pack and play in our spare bedroom. I mean if he feels the need to throw a fit he can throw it in the other room.
In his defense, I'm pretty sure that he is cutting his bottom left molar. I am giving him all the sympathy that I can muster but I will not allow him to behave like he has no home training.
Never fear, I have bought a book. That is my answer to everything. A book. I also have a recommendation for another book from a mental health expert. I'm not sure if that book is for me or him, but I'll let you know when I get it in.
As proof of a pissy little Plum, I offer the following picture:
He has been pitching these fits since Wednesday so I can't remember what this one was about.
Love, a wiped out Cuddler