It all started on the airplane. T took Q to Boston last weekend, and he said Q was fairly good on the flights. All except one. On that one he woke up to Q screaming. Q pushed everything away and threw his bottle. T spent the rest of the flight hiding in the bathroom with a wailing baby. I'm so sorry I missed that.
It happened again this morning. Q is starting to throw mini-tantrums. He squeals and writhes around and nothing makes him happy. Where has my sweet baby gone? In his place is this impish toddler with his own over-sized attitude.
A friend was in town visiting this morning. She leads a fabulous L.A. life and his happily child-free for the foreseeable future. I think Q's antics cemented that opinion in her mind. I assured her that Q "isn't normally like this" as she nodded skeptically.
I finally put him in his bed and let him cry himself to sleep.
Usually he is so easy to satisfy. A toy, a bottle, or his mama's arms, and he is happy. I must admit, I feel a little tweak of panic when I can't assuage him. I can only imagine what it feels like on a cross-country flight. I hope I never have to find out.
--MM
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Oh, yeah. Welcome to Toddlerhood. It is an adventure, if nothing else. Mine likes to scream "Owie! Hurt!" when I'm not even touching her. It goes over great at Safeway.
Oooh, I want to know who this fabulous friend is who leads this fabulous life! And the little guy did grow on me with that giant smile and huge laugh! :) I miss him, already!
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