My precious, sweet, long-lashed heartbreaker of a son has an evil twin.
He's learned to throw a temper tantrum.
There is a particular piece of furniture in our home on which he likes to try and pull himself up to a standing position. The problem is, this piece of furniture is very lightweight. He's pulled it on top of himself and fallen three times already. Hubby and I are trying to teach him not to pull himself up from that table. As he lifts a hand to grab it, we gently remove the hand, give it a little smack, and say a firm, "No."
He doesn't like that very much. He throws himself facedown on the floor and screams.
I'm going to have my hands FULL when he's a toddler!!