MIL, stepFIL, and GPaIL came into town early Thursday morning. After getting them from the airport, DH took them out to lunch then they picked up Mr. Chubby from daycare. Y'all, I was nervous about MIL with Mr. Chubby. I was happy that DH was there to supervise her with him.
MIL treats Mr. Chubby as a fun toy. Sorry lady, he's a tiny person who has his own opinions of how his world should be and unfortunately, he hasn't quite learned how to voice them.
So I got home on Thursday to a kid who was freaking the feck out because he was hungry and wanted to sleep, not be held and have toys waved in his face. I explained to her about the general schedule we keep him on and she finally got it.
On Sundy, it was nephew's baptism. Mr Chubby slept through the night, which was awesome but it also screwed up his sleep schedule and he was a little out of sorts. He catnapped in the car and during the service, but by the time we got to the party at 2:30 pm I could tell we were heading towards a meltdown because it had been since about 8 am that he'd had good sleep. So I fed him, and trying to get him to sleep but it wasn't happening.
Around this time, MIL decides that she wants a picture of DH, her, GPaIL, and Mr. Chubby (her 4 generations photo). Of course, she wants Mr. Chubby to also smile on command. This is something he has not mastered yet. And all the meanwhile, Mr. Chubby is getting PISSED. So DH snaps at her that she needed to think about this earlier when he was happier or some time on Thursday, Friday, or Saturday instead of Sunday. She was all butt hurt and literally stomped away and went on a walk outside (in the 110 degree heat). Tard face.
The entire car ride home DH ranted and raved how she acts like a retarded teenager, behaves constantly like a 2 yo, and she's just doing stuff like this for herself and doesn't think about us. I just nodded in agreement.
Later that night, DH played Monopoly with her to make her feel better.