#trantrums

There are those that would like us to believe that MM is getting the engagements because PH is throwing tantrums to get what he wants and HM and PC are just giving in . That they agreed to this without laying down ground rules on how MM would present herself at engagements. Without stipulating she would not be allowed to advertise what she is wearing. Without insisting that MM follow protocol to the T on these engagements. Others would like us to believe HM and PC just gave into Harry’s tantrums without considering how just letting MM do as she pleases would impact the reputation of the BRF. IF MM was properly dressed , followed protocols did not merch, leak info and advertise for the Tig. Then I might believe yes , tantrums are what is keeping this all going. However , I believe HM and PC would of thrown their own tantrum and put a stop to all this when it became apparent MM’s behavior was causing a serious hit to the reputation of the BRF. I believe if this relationship was real , MM would have rules to follow and be coached in how to properly dress and behave on these engagements. The wedding preparations would follow the example of PC’s marriage to Camilla. It would be low key and private and certainly no carriage ride. And if this wedding was forced due to a tantrum , I believe HM and PC’s would of told PH a long time ago , you can marry her but she must follow royal protocol or you dear boy will no longer perform duties for HM.

It’s All Fun and Games Until You Pass by the Nabi Display 

When I hear the term, “parent shaming,” my emotions range from being amused to extremely angry. I will clarify why I am angry later in this post, but I want to start off with why this term cracks me up. Blame it on my vivid imagination, but when I think of “parent shamers,” I have visions of a peanut gallery of select people who sit on high benches and wag their index finger at those who seemly…

The other day I inadvertently discovered another way to get more of The Mommy to myself - tear The Mommy and The Daddy apart. 

I had just awoke from a nap, and going through a grab-bag of emotions - pretty sure I was hungry, or wet, or teething, or my teddy bear was giving me the stink-eye - and what tipped it all off was when my milk didn't reach my lips from my sippy cup fast enough. So...trantrum.

The Mommy decided that she would try to "ignore" my screams. She decided to talk to me in her nice voice and told me that she'd be sitting "right over there" and I was to come over to her when I was calm (Pfffft!). Anyway, The Daddy was trying to do something that looked very complicated with the straps on my carseat. Apparently my screams of death didn't sit well with The Daddy and he ended up using his boom-boom voice with The Mommy (something along the lines of "calm her down!". Ha! Little did he know that I was well past that point! I was now that storm you suddenly had to ride out. Or at the least that obligatory lunch with your old Aunt Helen.