It's Hard to be Little

It's also hard to be Little's mom. When Henry was a few months old I realized it never really gets easier, just different. Today we experienced the following...

-Henry woke up super early after staying up till 10:30 last night. Because overtired children sleep less, not more. I generally think kids will get what they need (nutrition, developmental play, etc.) but sleep is the exception that proves that rule.

-We had a guy come look at our hideous bathroom this morning. He called right as I was putting Henry in his car seat so we had to head back in the house. He screamed "GO GO" for a good 30 minutes but eventually let out a big sigh and said, "bye bye, go go." How sad/cute is that? The estimate is about twice what we'd like to spend, which has nothing to do with Henry but still stinks.

-Finally made it to Target and Henry lost it at the sound of one of those electric carts for disabled people backing up. I mean terrified, clinging to me, snot all over my shoulder, random lady asking if she could give him candy to make him stop crying. So I bought him a donut. He can blame me when he's an emotional eater later. He'll probably be so fat he needs one of those carts that beeps when you back up. The irony!

-We went to Party City to pick up a few things for Henry's birthday and I bought a balloon to placate him while I ordered some for the party. In the car he let go of it and cried all the way home while I tried really hard not to yell, "IT'S TIED TO YOU. %#*@ING FIGURE IT OUT!" Then we got home and he freaked out again because the balloon followed him in the house. Again, it's tied to you. Figure it out.

-Henry kicked me repeatedly every time I changed his diaper today. And if I held his legs he hit me. And if I held his arms he could not hit or kick me but then I had no hands left to WIPE HIS ASS. So he had several naked-from-the-waist-down time outs today. Jumping, screaming, business flapping - hilarious except for the part when he kicked me in the face.

- Speaking of naked from the waist down, I went in to get Henry from nap and found him pantsless, jeans thrown across the room, saying, "Oh, no, pants!" Okay, this one is actually pretty cute. Thank God he had pooped just before nap. No telling what he would have done if he'd been armed.

I am SO THANKFUL for Husband today. Also, I know typing in ALL CAPS IS LIKE YELLING. But I can't yell at the kid. Most of today was worse for him than it was for me. That's the hard part about two.