THE pout.

Well folks, I feel like we have officially reached Toddlerhood. Toddlerhood is a little bit different than Babyhood. Babies may get upset when something is taken away, but usually they are easily distracted.

Toddlerhood is a whole new ball game.  A ball game full of arched backs, screaming, hitting, tantrums, and THE pout. Long gone are the days of easy distractions to prevent a meltdown. Instead we get the full-blown, head-flinging, body-to-the-ground tantrums over ridiculous things.

For example, we spend our mornings playing in the bonus room upstairs. G roams happily amongst his gazillion toys and I try and drink my coffee before it's cold. Well, my toddler thinks it is totally acceptable to drink coffee. The other morning when I wouldn't let him hold my mug and drink the whole dang cup, he fell to his bottom, flung his head back on purpose, and slammed into his metal xylophone. All over a cup of coffee. I mean, seriously.

These days we are also dealing with THE pout. Not just any pout, folks. I'm talking the most over-dramatic pout you have ever seen.

Allow me to introduce you to the pout that I am referring to:

Ben says Grayson gets his pout from me. Sadly, I can't take credit for that. THE pout is definitely from his daddy & I'm pretty sure Taylor from the RHOBH paid big bucks to make her pout look like that.

Just for fun, here is what happens in our house when we tell a certain someone "no."

And yes, we are those parents that capture these kind of moments. Don't judge. I seriously can't get over the emotion on this boy's face...his tantrums are serious business.

On that note, welcome to Toddlerhood.