Tuesday, June 14, 2011

My Son

I feel like I'm getting a glimpse into the teen years with this two-year-old thing.

1) He has started hitting. Often. Hard. And for no reason at all. We put him in time out. He has never gotten what he wants by hitting. And yet it continues. In fact, it's gotten worse. Tonight he smacked me in the face when I was getting his pajamas on, and so instead of rocking him I just put him in his crib and left. As I was closing the door he said, "Bye" but in the sassiest imaginable tone. It's all very weird.

2) I just yesterday enrolled him in preschool that starts after Labor Day. It's two days a week for half a day each time and I'm freaking out about the prospect of leaving him on his own. But I felt like I needed to do it because at our baby gym class he wouldn't socialize with anyone besides me. Then, today at baby gym he hangs out with a little girl; swinging on the bars, rolling the round cushion climbing through the obstacle courses, even having a little jabber jabber conversation and laughing together. When they left the little girl said, "Bye! I love you!" and he pet her head like a puppy. Where was this kid before I signed up to leave him with a stranger?

I swear, I'm going to be a regular drinker by the time he's three.


Danny said...

Well, remember to keep it together in front of company. Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear.

Summer said...

Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.