Something Diva This Way Comes

My sweet baby girl is brewing a little 'tude.

Time to go inside? Cue meltdown. 

Time for lunch? See: A screaming puddle on the floor. 

Time change a stinky butt? Quick! Go limp so momma has a harder time picking me up! (great for my back, btw)

Where the fuck did she get all this from? My little monkey, who used to be up for almost anything, now screams and cries with the most genuine look of betrayal in her eyes, whenever I must go about about our regularly scheduled programming. 

I have a parenting book. Guess I need to fast forward to the section about tantrums. For I will not have that shit. I will not have it...

Tips and pointers appreciated.