OUCH
My darling child bit me tonight and broke the skin. I was so in shock about what happened I forgot to discipline him. I guess I would bite me too, given the circumstances. He was playing at a friends house and didn't want to give back the trains he had, he was tired, hungry and has the beginning of a cold and cough. He wailed all the way out the door. At least my friend no longer thinks I have the perfect child. I hate it when people think that- they need to see the real Daniel and the real me. We're not perfect and we don't have it together.
It also appears Daniel has caught onto the big impending event. He has been reluctant to let me out of his sight and I have magically become the "favorite parent", something I have never been before. He follows me around asking "where mommy?" and "whatcha doing mommy?". I get a lot of "hold you" all the time. I miss Dave being the favorite parent. Hopefully this is just a phase that will end before baby brother shows up. I'm not counting on it, although I wish to not be bitten again.
This week's goal for Daniel to take naps in his new big boy bed. I'll let you know if he can stay in it!
