If you can't beat 'em, join 'em: waaaaaa waaaaa waaaaa

Today was just one of those days.  Whining, crying, tears, shrieks, tantrums, you name it!  Parker and Teagan were both fussy all morning, making to sure alternate and take turns crying.  So at any given moment there was always one kid crying.  I finally got them both down for naps.  Teagan woke up in a much better mood.  So I took her outside with me and we began the process of decorating our house for Christmas (yes, Christmas).  Parker slept another hour and woke up an absolute beast.  He decided to attach himself to my leg and follow me around the house that way screaming.  He screamed and screamed and screamed.  Absolutely NOTHING made him happy.  I tried his favorite snack, favorite toy, favorite tv show.  I tried signing songs with him, reading a book, playing duplos.  Nothing.  He was having no part of any of it.  And the whole time I had my mom (who happens to live with us) standing over me asking:  "Why is he crying?  What do you mean you don't know?"  Maybe it's because he is 17 months old.  Technically still considered a baby.  And sometimes they cry.  He's entitled to his bad days too.  Lord knows I have mine!  Sometimes I wish I was 17 months old and could just let it all out by screaming!