My 19 month old has been dabbling in the extremes lately. He’s either being extremely adorable or extremely frustrating. And sometimes he’ll flip from one to the other in a matter of seconds.
He keeps things interesting for us to say the least.
I’m having a bit of a hard time handling his moods. Take this morning for example.
I went into his room at 7 and he was awake and happy. Jumping in his crib, babbling. I turned the light on and gave him a book which he then flipped through for 10 minutes. We read the book together and then he wanted to run. Telling him I had to change his diaper first was cause for meltdown #1.
After the diaper change we head downstairs for breakfast. He’s happy rooting through a drawer and playing with a box of garbage bags. My husband comes up the stairs, says good morning and cue meltdown #2.
He calms down for about three minutes and I give him some water. He wanted milk. Hence, meltdown #3.
I give him some milk and dance with him in the living room while my husband cuts up some orange for him. I put him in his highchair and turns out, he doesn’t want oranges this morning. They go flying across the room as a result of meltdown #4.
(Can I just point out that we’ve only been awake for – oh 30 minutes at this point.)
He decides to eat, which is great, so we enjoy some oatmeal with blueberries and milk, cottage cheese, and a few more oranges together. I go in the kitchen to make my lunch and cut up veggies for dinner (slow cooked soup – yum!) and he plays (mashes his remaining food onto his tray) happily. I bring over a paper towel to wipe down his tray and, yes, you guessed it – meltdown #5.
He’s actually ok with getting his face and hands cleaned and is very cooperative with my husband as they get dressed for the day. We enjoy 15 minutes of happy baby – until it’s time to go. It’s only a mini-meltdown getting him out the door. Getting him into his carseat is the cause for meltdown #6.
The entire drive into work: meltdowns 7, 8, 9 and 10.
He was like this all weekend guys.
It’s awful to say, but I’m actually happy it’s Monday and that I’m at work. I just can’t deal with that all day. My husband deserves a freaking medal.
How are we going to survive with another baby in the picture in a few short months??!!!