I am noticing an alarming trend in my sweet baby boy. The first time he did it, it was because my Mom was washing his hair and he truly hates to have clean hair. We laughed it off and I told her it served her right since he seems to like her more than me. However, he did again yesterday when he wanted me to get off the phone and I ignored him.
He bit me and then rammed his head repeatedly into my leg.
I could understand this if it was my sister's kid. As a toddler, she bit anyone and anything for a period of time in which Mom took her to the doctor because she thought something was medically wrong. In fact, if memory serves correct, she bit me on the hiney and drew blood. Sisters are a blessing, I tell you!
However, this is my angel and I have no idea where this came from. It's like one day he woke up and decided to "sport a 'tude." It must be from my husband's side of the family, or, even more scary, some of Aunt Amy's genes were leaked. Whatever the case, I think I am entering the part of parenthood that includes boundaries, time-out and a good sassing. I'm ready though, I've been sassed by the ultimate disciplinarian that was so good at keeping me in line that, even at 30-years-old, she can control me with "the eye." *shivers*
In other news, I went to my husband's office party and fell off my diet wagon. Stupid, sexy chocolate brownie. My attempts since then have been half-hearted as I can't seem to keep up with the holiday rush on 800 calories a day. So, I have to do this "ruin my life" diet again after the New Year.
Until then, I am stuffing myself with red velvet cake balls that put the "merry" in my "Merry Christmas!"