April 1, 2011

Friday:

Last night was one of the most trying nights as a parent. First, before bed, Liam threw a fit about putting his pajamas on. He took a bath last night, and after the bath, he always asks for me to wrap the towel around him, and then says "You want show Dada." So he does. Well, tonight, Phillip was out running an errand, and wasn't available for the towel wrapping show. So, this brought on fit number one. I finally negotiated for him to brush his teeth with the plan of PJs following after. This worked, till PJ time came, to where fit two was throw on putting on his under wear. For whatever reason, he's been asking for help for the simplest tasks that he's done a million times. Fit three came when it was time to put on his shirt. Then four, with the pants. Finally he was dressed and Dad was home, who was to 'read story'. I thought we were done till 1am rolled around and he was screaming in his bed. I went in, and he would push me away and just scream. Finally, I got him to calm down by scratching his back. Twenty minutes later, he was at it again with going potty. He went potty, and then went on an hour long scream fest. Very trying for me. I sat with him in his room till he calmed down. He insisted that he sleep on the floor and not his bed. Whatever. I figured if it makes him not cry, let's do it. So I left him on the floor. I went in later after he had been calm for a bit and snuggled him and finally got him to agree that the bed was the best place for sleeping and he snuggled with Dog and Beeboo and all his blankets and went to sleep. This morning, he woke at 7am, which was WAY early for me after a night like that. But all day, he's had an extreme amount of energy, to which I can't for the life of me understand why.