Apparently Wyatt lurks on this blog (as so many of you do. ahem. P.S. Lurking=reading without commenting. And also? I've yet to meet a blogger who doesn't appreciate a little comment love every now and then. But I digress) and doesn't want to be known as naughty naughty, short-fused or difficult because today he woke up in a fine mood. I realize it may only be a temporary reprieve (much like the olden infant days when he just. wouldn't. sleep. through. the. night. and would throw me a bone in the form of six straight hours of shuteye just as I hit my breaking point) and am probably jinxing myself by even mentioning it, but it's such a life improvement that I had to share.
So Wyatt, thank you son. Thanks for letting me be a better mommy by not having to be just below my boiling point all day. You're one in a million, kid.
4 comments:
I don't think he's a lurker as much as kids just know. I find it amazing how often my kids seem to sense what type of behavior we need from them in those really clutch situations. It doesn't mean you always get the behavior you want but when it's really critical I find they tend to come through. Anyone recall silent, reverent Andrew at Pearl Harbor?
Wow, even before I could come up with any good advice. I too am struggling this week with Charlie, but I'm pretty sure that it's the three upper teeth all wanting to come in within a week or so of each other! Hang in there!
He is simply showing that he is not perfect all the time. But nearly.... Signed--A Biased Grandma
Great to get back to blog-life and catching up on your blog. Hope your sweet son returns soon!
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