The Great Doily Meltdown of Oh-Ten

Last week I took some cute Valentine pictures of Lana. She was in a cute pink outfit and had a flower band on her bald little head. I picked up a pack of red doilies from the dollar store and created a festive backdrop for our little photo-shoot. I planned on snapping a bunch of pictures with the hopes that one would turn out to send to grandparents and post here. This was the kind of picture I was going for:

 

See, isn't she such a sweetie?
Well, I could have just left this post at that; a single cute picture of a happy eight month-old, but that wouldn't be telling the whole story, and we're all about keepin' in real, so follow along as I show you what proceeded to happen.

Lana grabbed hold of one of the cheap paper doilies and put it in her mouth. It makes for a cute picture, but when the doily starts to disintegrate and melt into a red mess, it's not so cute anymore.

 

Even though Lana was having herself a great time, I had to take her red heart away. I didn't want her eating a doily. I doubt their nutritional value and don't even want to think about what that dirty diaper would look like. When I took it away, this happened:

 

And because I am in the running for Mother of the Year, instead of holding and consoling my child, I took her picture as she had a complete and total meltdown. When I did pick her up, she was inconsolable. No toys or songs or hugs were going to make her feel better. She wanted the doilies, dang it! I seriously probably spent a full half-hour getting her calmed down. We now refer to this incident as The Great Doily Meltdown of Oh-Ten. (Oh-ten is how the cool people, me and Dan, refer to 2010.)
Happy Valentine's Day. I hope there are no great meltdowns for you.