Drama, drama, drama

Our kids are dramatic. It's actually quite ridiculous just how dramatic they truly are. Whether it's Vivian yelling at the top of her lungs because Gavin took a toy from her or Gavin flailing backwards out of your arms because he doesn't want to be held, they are considerably excessive, always over the top, and usually unreasonable in their behaviors.

Vivian has been known to scream and squirm as if I am pulling off her finger nails one-by-one each and every time I try to wipe her nose, flap her arms up and down in a fit of rage while yelling and crying if I put her down too soon after just waking up, and throw herself backwards into whatever is behind her to show that she absolutely does not want to do whatever it is that she is doing. That last one usually ends in a screaming fit when she hurts herself.

Gavin is also quite dramatic. For instance, Gavin will sit cross-legged, fold himself in half (with his face on the floor), and scream incessantly if you put him to bed when he's not ready and he'll scream bloody-murder if you take him away from any electrical cords or plugs that he has worked so hard to get close to ("He's an Electrician" post to come).

In the end, I guess we're just going to have a couple of dramatic kids. I wonder who they get this trait from?