Aliens Have Abducted My Baby

And replaced him with this crazy, crying toddler. Has anyone seen my sweet baby?

It's hard to say when they made the switch, because of course the replacement Ben looks just like the original. And while we'd seen glimpses of this terrible toddler the last few weeks (diaper changes have become an all out war of late), alien Ben has taken it to an all new level this week.

Thirsty translates to hysterical. Boredom is communicated by stomping feet. Fatigue is wailing and shaking no, no, no. And of course there is the random drop to the knees melt down for no reason.

I finally consulted the experts (Toddler 411) and was comforted to read this stage lasts until FOUR. They do have numerous handy suggestions on how to negotiate with these pint-sized pity parties, so off we go to test a few out.

I'll let you know how things go. In the meantime, if you see my perfect, happy, can-do-no-wrong baby, please send him home to his mom. She misses him desperately.

(by the way, making fun of the tantrum, as seen in this photo was NOT on the list of recommendations)