Monday, August 10, 2009

Monday's are great...even for 18 month old babies.

Oh man...what a morning. So I take Logan out of his chair and noticed he had spilled his juice all over his shirt, shorts and high chair. I pick him up and start heading upstairs to change his clothes and he freaks the f**k out! Kicking his legs, arms/hands flying all over the place etc. He wouldn't let me put his shirt or shorts on and sat there freaking out...so I left him in our room, closed the door and just sat on the stairs for a couple minutes while he cried and threw his tantrum because I was losing it. It sounded like he calmed down a little so I go back in our room, go to put his shorts on and he starts freaking the f**k out again. So I pick him up and bring him downstairs (the whole time, for whatever reasons, he's going crazy while I'm holding him). So I "throw" him on the couch like I do our bed, thinking that'll make him laugh..but no. 4 Squares comes on, he calms down..I put on his shorts...then when I go to put his shirt on, he starts freaking out again. So I wrestle with him and said to him "too bad, you're putting on this shirt!" Get his shirt on, sit him on the floor in front of the TV so he can watch Diego. I get his sandals...as soon as I put on 1 sandal, he starts to complain and is about to lose it. I told him "that's enough" very sternly which I think was the wrong approach at the time because he started to cry. Put on his other sandal then he started throwing a fit while lying on the ground....I get up, becasue i just about had it. Go over to the kitchen and start cleaning up a little while he's sitting in front of the TV watching, but crying at the same time and looking over at me to see if I'm watching. And that's all in 15 minutes...

So I head to the door and say "come on Logan, let's go"....he comes over and throws himself on the floor in front of the door and starts crying. By this time I'm thinking to myself that I might as well get a knife and stab myself repeatedly. I say to him "what's wrong Logan?" and reach out my hands...he comes to me and asks me to pick him up. By this point he was crying so damn hard that while resting his head on my shoulder he was doing that 'breathing" thing kids do when they've cried so much they can't cry anymore...that funny/staggered breathing noise, first time i've ever seen him do that. So I just kept telling him "it's ok baby" when i don't even know what da f**k is wrong! I put him down so I can put on my shoes...he starts crying/complaining again!!!! Get my shoes on, pick him up go outside and he magically stops freaking out. Put him in his car seat with no problems....get over to Day Care, put him on the ground and he walked up the drive way right to the door. We get inside, he gives me a hug then climbs the stairs, goes to the play area then waves at me and says "bye". In my head, I'm thinking "what da fuck was the last 20 minutes all about?" I tell them about his fit and they said that sometimes when they're like that, it's best to leave them and have their fit.

Man, if this is any indication of the temper this kid's gonna have...I'm in for a real fun time during his teen years.