There's no crying in...

Golf...

Times were happy before this picture. Blythe was playing golf too and we thought, "maybe we'll take the kids to play miniature golf after dinner". Then Ethan started crying. And would. not. stop.

Well, he stopped long enough to eat a whole hot dog and the rest of his dinner, then picked right back up and continued to have the worst toddler tantrum known to man. Imagine the worst tantrum you can and it was probably worse than that. Screaming. Arching of the back. Rolling on the ground. Kicking his feet. Flailing his arms. It didn't matter if he was held or we were walking around or trying to rock with him. There was no stopping it. And so it progressed for at least an hour before I forced him into his jammies, changed his diaper, and dumped in his crib where he continued his awful tantrum until he cried himself to sleep about 30 minutes later. I have no idea what his deal was, but hopefully that monster doesn't come back anytime soon!