And I got a little boy who knocked over his 8 month old baby friend, wouldn't share any toys and liked to yell "No! No! No!" whenever anything was asked of him. Even if what I was asking was if he wanted to play outside in the pool.
By the time the other Mommy friend got there with her 9 month old, I had had it. Up to HERE. Done with him and his tantrums.
He got spankings. Toys taken away. Time-outs.
And I literally growled at him. Growled. Not one of my higher points.
Where was my cute, sweet little boy? Where was the little man who loved to share his toys and read books to his favorite baby friend and had to be stopped from helping too much? Where was my happy helper boy? Where was the kiddo who other moms stopped to tell me that he was "too cute" or had "such good manners"? Where did he go?!
Apparently, he went away with his mom the sweet, caring, patient woman. Because she didn't show up today, either.
I'm thinking that the pregnancy hormones have kicked in.
After I got home, and an hour nap for me and two and half for him, I had some downtime to think. And I think maybe he wasn't so bad.
Ok, so he wouldn't share and he was yelling and he kinda threw a few fits.
Isn't that what 2 year olds do sometimes?
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Maybe it wasn't so much him. He was just being a typical toddler. Maybe it was me. I just need to look at him with restful eyes and a pinch of salt (preferably on a margarita glass in about 5 weeks) because things are not always what they seem. Sometimes they are better.