Hoo, the boy I am so crazy in love with, is going through a hitting phase. I
remember it well from when his aunts and uncles were little hooligans. Slamming
their heads into my face when I least expected it. It not only brought tears to my
eyes it chipped teeth!
Bites to the shoulder when gently rocking the little darlings to sleep.
Hard (dare I say vicious) bites.
take an eye out. His toothbrush, a spoon he
is done with, his finger all make great
pokers to check how do grandma’s eyes
Not too good and not for much
longer if you keep poking them!
He also excels at the toddler back-bend when he doesn’t want to get into his car seat.
It’s like trying to wrestle a giant squirrel.
I have to watch out for swinging arms that wing my glasses out the car door and kicking that would make David Carradine proud.
He is not the grasshopper he is the master. Roundhouse kick to the midsection. Yah!
He is playing with the guitar.
I’ll go put him in “Time-Out”,
right after I paper clip my glasses back together.
Or maybe I’ll just call to him from the safety of this tabletop….yeah that’s it.