It's not one of my proudest moments in parenting, but it is a funny story. The last two weeks we had intensive swimming lessons. That is, the boys each had a 20 minute private lesson starting at 1:00pm, everyday for the past two weeks. Because of our lesson time, I would pick Hunter up from school and Hunter and Xavier would eat their lunches on the way to pool. On one particular day this past week, Hunter didn't like the yogurt I had packed in the lunch. (I think it was a squeezable yogurt and not a smoothie or carton of yogurt, but I can't be sure.) This incident launched Hunter into a complete meltdown. Kicking, screaming, yelling - total tantrum. I think I started out pretty calm, validating his experience and offering a solution. "Hunter, I know you're upset I didn't pack you the yogurt you wanted." "I know it's frustrating." "I can tell you're really angry." "After swimming you can pick the yogurt you want for a snack." Hunter's tantrum continued, and I just ignored him. Finally, after about ten minutes (and getting thoroughly annoyed with the seat kicking) I yelled, "Hunter, you've got to pull it together, it's just yogurt!" As a side note, I know it wasn't just about yogurt, he was probably as sick and tired of swimming lessons as I was, regardless, the tantrum was out of control and I hit my limit. Anyhow, the next night, during witching hour, Xavier was in tears - inconsolable, tired, hungry, and just wanted mama to hold him. So, I am holding and comforting him and trying to make and serve dinner with him in my arms, and Hunter yells, "Xavier, pull it together!"
Hunter is doing a cooking project here. 
