When Will the Tantrum Barfing Stop?!?

Today we had a "throw such a bad tantrum in the grocery store that we have to leave without groceries" moment. It was wonderful. Especially the part before we left the grocery store where people were actually stopping and pointing at us as they whispered to their shopping companions what a horrible child I had. Seriously, all that was missing was some popcorn and some lawn chairs.

It started because I had the nerve to unbuckle her from her carseat instead of letting her do it herself. Because I was in a hurry and because when she does it herself it takes her 10 minutes and for-the-love-of-God, just let me take it off for you already! So she was already kicking and screaming before we walked into the store. And I made the rookie mistake of thinking "oh, she'll calm down, it will be fine". It was not fine.

And then to top it off, once we got back to the car after our wonderful mid-shopping tantrum, it just got worse as she started screaming "I wanna go back inside!!!!! Back inside!!!!!!!" As I wrestled her writhing, kicking, screaming body into her carseat, she got so bad that she threw up all over herself.

At this point I gave the day up for lost. On the way home I stopped quickly at a friends house to tell her that we wouldn't be making it to our regularly planned "put the kids to nap in a separate room and surrender ourselves to 3 trashy hours of Kardashians" date that was in half an hour. She saw how upset I was so being the good friend she is, she gave me a half a loaf of freshly baked banana chocolate chip bread to take home. Which I promptly ate in it's entirety during the 2 minute drive home. Emotional eating at it's best, folks.

My only comfort (other than that glorious bread!) is that I get to hang out with my girlfriends this evening at a pedi party. Sangria here I come!

Tot School

I'll be starting my Tot School posts at my new blog tomorrow if you're interested in following along. :)

The Boy

He's been sitting on his own for about a month.

He started eating baby food and less than a month later he promptly decided that he was above being spoon fed. As in every time I bring a babyfood filled spoon within a five foot radius of his mouth he screams bloody murder. So I gave in and he's happily learning how to stuff soft foods into his own mouth.

He's stubborn. (Wonder where he got that from?) He knows what he want and he knows how to get it. (Loving eyes and adorable smiles in case you're wondering. Or screaming. Either way he has us wrapped around his little finger).

He's a master sleeper. About a week before we went to San Antonio we realized that he had to be sleeping on his own. The bed we would be staying on at Philip's mom's house was a full and there was no way all three of us could fit on it. So we put him in his own room and *gasp* let him cry it out. I know, I know, I'm a horrible mommy. The longest he's ever cried was 30 minutes and now a few weeks later he never cries at all. I figured he's 8 months old. He doesn't need to eat in the middle of the night anymore, and the better rested he is at night the happier he'll be. And he is.

The quiet baby moments are swiftly passing by. He wants to be playing and getting into things, not snuggling. But those magical times when he's sleepy or nursing or just in a quiet mood, I hold him close and try to breathe in every moment of baby bliss while I still can.