I need to back up to about 6/19/11 to document some of the happenings since then. This was our first day trip out on the boat as a family. We just headed to McMicken Island for lunch and back. It was a comedy of errors with deciding to skip Glenn's 11:30 nap in favor of waiting to get on the boat and figuring he would just crash for a couple of hours. Not so. He struggled to stay awake until about 15 minutes before we tied up at a buoy. He hated the life jacket too. Everyone was feeling 'crabby' by then. He finally gave in while upright in my arms and in his life jacket. I took him down to the v-berth and laid him on his back in his life jacket...he was OUT. I felt I could relax now. We all did. We had just tied up and started playing cards with the boys while Brad made hot dogs. It was SO nice just relaxing with them and bobbing in the water. Then the smoke alarm went off. And Glenn was up. And that was it. There was no consoling him...he was just not happy. So we ate our lunch while he whined and cried, then headed back. You can imagine we were feeling a little deflated, pardon the pun, about having just invested in a boat for our family fun. Cut to that evening and Glenn was a pure pill. He uncharacteristically, resisted going to bed, even though he was exhausted. He literally was having a full-blown tantrum, head thrashing and arms flailing. He was clearly upset. I had no idea what to do except let him have his tantrum and just check on him every 15 minutes or so. That actually made it worse and he would just get more riled up when I came in. After two hours of this, I stopped going in there and he finally gave in after about 40 minutes. I was kind of a wreck because he was to start a new daycare the next day. He woke up around 11pm just as upset and 'angry' as he was before...like he was holding a grudge...but he was asleep within 30 minutes. Long story short, he started daycare not too well. I took him to the doctor to be sure he wasn't sick or anything. He wasn't. But he clearly had swollen gums...all four molars. Throw in the new daycare and the doctor visit, which he didn't appreciate, and it was just too much for him. Monday night was a repeat of the night before and at this point I worried I had 'one of those' kids...the constant tantrum, meltdown kids. But after talking with some friends, one of which reminded me of his age and how tough it must be to not be able to express yourself with words when you are frustrated or sad or scared or hurt. That helped me empathize with him and just let him have his emotional outburst and not assume it was some new 'behavior'. After a few days, it worked itself all out. We basically ignored him when he unleashed his upset, but would ask him cheerfully if he was done after a couple of minutes and openly welcomed him back with us. If he wasn't done, we'd just go back to ignoring and then repeat. It worked like a charm. So far it hasn't happened since then. Shrug. Here's a few funny photos of when he finally fell asleep that Sunday night...and a couple of the ride home from the doctor, which was awesome.