Grumpus Wumpus

As one can clearly see by the size of her cheeks

Kenners generally enjoys mealtimes...

...up until early this week when she began a phase of crankiness. 

 Mealtimes are becoming a bit of a nightmare.  She cries, grabs the spoon, sprays food all over her and all over me. My kind of fun.

Last night Kenners was pouty and throwing what appeared to be a tantrum of diva proportions.
It made me laugh.  So I grabbed the camera. 

May I present our little angel at 5:30 yesterday evening:

 When I laughed at her little tantrum, it only made her more upset.  (And then I laughed some more!)

But who can blame the poor little grumpus? 

Her diet consists of milk, oatmeal, a few select mashed vegetables, and some little rice puffs. 

I'm totally sympathizing with her right now.  Such a limiting diet makes me grumpy as well.

But in all honesty,  the Kenners has just been one big, overall grump/diva/tantrum-thrower lately. 

And may I ask: Isn't 8 months old a little young to be getting a 'tude?  Isn't that supposed to happen right around the "terrible two's"?  And seeing as she's starting so young with her temper, what does this mean for me when she actually hits 2 years old?  Am I going to want to rip all my hair out by then? 

Just asking.

You know, sometimes I think Kenadie's continual sleep issues and blossoming temper are her saving grace. 

If she were a great sleeper and napper with a calm and happy little demeanor,
she'd be TOO irresistible that I would have smothered her to death by now with loves.
As it is, she gets pretty darn peeved with the thousands of times a day that I already shower her with kisses and squeezy hugs.   Sad.

As for me, I'm not so sure that it would be an exaggeration to say that I feel like death.  Darn.
At least I (and the Kenners) slept a little better last night (yeah!) even though I had five or so vivid dreams about food (double darn).