Today has been a very boring, rainy day. Zachariah had been very fussy and nothing was appeasing him. I mean, the kid has six teeth coming in at once, and four of them are his first year molars, so he kind of has an excuse to be fussy. But I was holding out hope that I could cure his mood with something other than the TV. So I decided that we would make some muffins. Good idea, right? I thought so.
Zachariah was having fun dumping the mix and milk into the bowl and then stirring it all together. So while he was chit chatting to himself (mainly in Japanese), I was patting myself on the back for improving his mood.
After a few stirs, Z decides he wants to eat the muffin mix. I calmly tell him, "no, we are going to eat it later, lets keep stirring, okay?" Then the Muffin Meltdown of '09 begins...
Turns out I didn't help his mood at all. We will try the baking thing another time. When he isn't so emotionally unstable.
(And yes, I realize I am a mean mommy for putting these pitiful pictures up. But he is just so darn cute, even when he is having a meltdown!)