I'm Sorry.

Today, was a day just like any other.  We woke up, ate French Toast, watched Sesame Street, and played with all the coins from my once precious piggy bank.  With money all over the house, Evan started demanding that I go downstairs and get HIS fishy bank to put all my hard saved change in.  Being a good mom, I told him that as soon as I was done feeding Wesley, I would go get his bank and he could have my change.  (All the while I was sad that my "I will save enough change to one day go to Italy with Steve" fund was being depleted right before my eyes.)  I finished feeding the baby, laid him down in his swing asleep and then Evan decided that instead of playing with coins he would rather watch Little Einsteins.  "Oh, no sweetheart, we already watched Sesame Street.  That is enough TV for today.  Let's play with cars instead."  This set off an awesome chain of events.  Here we go.

Him:  Tears.  Crying.  Screaming.  "I want a show!" 

Me:  No.  (Calmly at first).

Him: Tears.  Crying.  Screaming.  "Wipe my tears away!"

Me:  Ok (Calmly at first)

Him:  Tears.  Crying.  Screaming.  "There are more tears!  Wipe them away!  I want a show!"

Me:  Stop Crying Please.  (not so calmly)

Him:  Wahh!  Wahh!  Wahh!

Me:  "Evan, please use some words so I can understand what it is that you want.  I don't understand what Wahh, wahh, wahh means."  (starting to get a little frustrated as Wesley is waking up and I see my day starting to spiral out of control).

Him:  Wahh!  Wahh!  Wahh!  "Wipe Tears!"  "Show!"  Wahh!  "Yogurt!" Wahh!

Me:  "Evan, I need words!"

Him:  Wahh! Wahh! WAAAAAAAH!

Me:  "Evan, if you are going to keep doing that, you can go to your room and cry.  I can't understand you when you do that and I need words."

Him:  Wahh!  Wahh!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Wesley:  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Me:  "Ok, you can keep crying all you want, but come on, you are going to your room to cry."

I then proceeded to carry him upstairs, kicking and screaming and put him in his room.  I shut his door and told him to come out when he was calmed down.  I could hear him going INSANE in there.  Running full speed into the door and what sounded like the bed.  Then, I heard him collapse onto the floor and scream, "MOM.  Let me out!" Then, he ran full speed into the door again and screamed, or more like growled, "I want to come out!"  I calmed Welsey down and then went upstairs and stood outside the door.  I said, "Evan, when you are calmed down you can come out."  I then opened the door and bent down to his level. I hugged him as he quietly sobbed little sobs.  "Ok, let's try this again."

We went downstairs and he asked me to wipe his tears once again.  I did and he started eating his yogurt.  After a few spoonfuls I said, "Buddy, I am sorry that I yelled at you.  Mommy gets frustrated when you don't use your words and I can't understand you.  Then you wake up Wesley and it makes me really mad."  He looked at me, made a little pouty face, and then said, "Say sorry for locking me in my room too!"