Why? To hide under! OMGoodness, my son was a terror today. Something seriously possessed him in his sleep last night. He woke up foolin' me with his loving smile and warm, tender kisses. Then, I pulled back his curtain and let the morning light shine in. He was fine with that. Did what we do every morning and said, "good morning world," while waving to the outside. He got dressed, ate breakfast, and then we went outside to play.
This is when the fun began. He was so indecisive. Couldn't decide if he wanted to ride his bike, his four-wheeler, his push-car-buggy (this requires my assistance which is not a problem), be pulled in the wagon, or ride his scooter. So, he did all of the above. But that didn't satisfy him. Each thing he did for less than 30 seconds. Seriously! We would be half-way down the street and he would get off and say, "all done!" Left me to carry whatever he was on back to the house.
Finally I had enough of this, but he wanted to go for a ride (a ride as in a ride in my car!). I needed a shower (cuz I stunk from working out:)) I bated him back into the house. Oh, wait, before going outside I forgot to mention that he got into the cupboards, found the choc chips I use for baking, opened the bag, dumped them on the floor, and was shoveling them into his mouth by the fistfuls. He must have had about three fistfuls before I could get to him ! I think this is what did it.
Fast forward to nap time, yeah, or lack thereof. He fought his nap today. Something he has never done, he LOVES his sleep! Took him over an hour to fall asleep. Then he only slept for an hour - normally sleeps for at least two.
This didn't stop me from proceeding with the plans I had made, to myself. Which was to go to this little town about an hour away and eat apple pie. Well, eat dinner and then have apple pie for dessert. See, this town is supposedly "known" for its apple pie. TOTAL NIGHTMARE. He was a beaut on the drive there, but once we arrived it was awful. He didn't want to walk, didn't want to be in his stroller, but wanted me to hold him.
The original restaurant I wanted to go to (Julian's Cafe & Bakery), was not conducive for kids. No highchair or booster seats. Then they wanted me to put my almost two-years old son in a chair ACROSS from me. Are effing kidding me? Seriously, do you know what he would do? He is good, but not that good. Geesh, he is a toddler. So we left!
Found this CUTE cafe, Cowgirl Cafe. Menu wasn't that great, but that is o.k. Ant man was in a mood. He sat in his highchair but was obnoxious. Screaming, banging his cars on the table, spitting out his binkie, making raspberries on thin air, and refusing to eat. But, luckily the owner of the cafe was a woman, and he was flirting with her, so that calmed him down some. AND, luckily there was only one other group in the cafe eating!
We left here and went back to the other cafe because this is where the best apple pie in town was supposedly at. On the way to this cafe it was a nightmare, my son didn't want to hold my hand and walk, he didn't want to be in his stroller and was pitching a fit because he just wanted to run off and do what he wanted to do. He was crying, screaming, "NO, I WANT TO WALK!" People were of course staring at me. I started to laugh, because what else could I do. Someone told me I was a bad mother because I was laughing while my son was crying in the stroller. I laughed some more! He screamed the entire walk back to the car. Once he was in the car, he was a perfect angel.
Obviously I got a piece of apple pie to go. Got home, heated up the apple pie, put some of the homemade whipped cream on it, and sat down with my lil man to eat it. He refused it completely! Can you believe that? He wanted a pickle! What kid refuses sweets only to eat a pickle!?!?! My possessed child apparently. The apple pie was not worth it. A frozen Mrs. Smith's would have been a thousand times better.
Then it was finally bath time for him. WHEW! Oh, I forgot too mention that when I was getting ready after my shower I heard this ripping noise coming from the monitor. I went to his room only to find him tearing up his hide-n-seek books, ten of them to be exact! He laughed when he saw me! I laughed too! But not in front of him... I had to walk away. He is too cute sometimes!
Here are some pictures of the book mess!
Thanks for reading. I know it was long! Though, I would like to hear how you handle your kids when they are possessed (or seem to be), LOL!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Posted by Heliotropism at 9:31 PM