I’ve often noted what a melodramatic baby Maia is, and she likes to remind us of this facet of her personality at every chance she gets.  Sometimes this manifests itself as crazy, endless giggles, sometimes as many kisses, but usually as a temper tantrum.

Yesterday, I’m sitting on the couch trying to read the newspaper, and she’s attempting to crawl all over me. I tell her no and hold my arm up to keep her off my lap.  Well, she freaks out, standing up on the couch and wailing as she falls over against it, face red and angry.  She climbs down to attempt to use my legs to pull herself up, but I repeatedly tell her, “No, Maia,” and prevent it.  Again, she starts with the falling over thing, but this time she whacks her head against the coffee table, hard.

Of course I throw the newspaper down and sweep her up, snuggling and soothing her, telling her “It’s okay, it’s okay, baby,” and such.  A minute passes, she calms down, wiggles out of my arms, and goes for her juice.

So I pick up the newspaper again.  And AGAIN she flips out, wanting into my lap.  I try to get her to sit beside me so we can look at the paper together, to no avail.

Finally she climbs off the couch, grabs the table with both hands, slowwwwwly lowers her forehead to press against it… and starts to fake cry.  Chris and I both stare at her, so she repeats the action.  I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time!