What is it with Bubba lately?
I can wake up, happy as a clam, spring in my step - all those ridiculous cliches - but as soon as I walk into his room, ready to spread my good cheer, I am greeted with a grumpy face and whines of "No say dat, Mama!" or "What you have?" (his oh-so-polite way of asking what are his breakfast options).
Lately, he has really been testing me, especially in the mornings. Oh wait, not true. The evenings are trying as well. He will demand a certain pacifier (yes, he still sleeps with one - I'm not alone!) and if you don't fetch him a cup of water "with ONE ice cube, Mama!", all hell breaks loose.
I'm trying to use all the tricks - staying calm, making a game out of the mundane (Woo HOO! Yeah, let's run around the coffee table 2 more times before we put on the other sock!) but I am running out of patience. The other night I told him "You're going to miss me when I go on my trip".
He just smiled slyly at me and went about his business of dumping toys around the living room. Like he knows that I am going to miss him SOOOOO much more than he'll be missing me.
London, Paris & Prague - oh my! I am earning this vacation.