Our baby is looking more like a little man each day. And he's acting more and more like a toddler.
After an hour of simply following around the house cleaning up whatever messes he had made I (stupidly) decided to go check the mail. In our house this is a bad idea on many levels. Oeddie runs outside immediately and dashes for the neighbor's yard. Not wanting to haul Archer with me I close the door behind me and take off after Oed. This causes Archer to scream at the top of his lungs which causes Rexy to bark at the top of hers. So this time I get wise and lock Oeddie in the bedroom before opening the front door. I purposefully pick a time when Archer is playing in his room so that I can get in and out of the house quickly, without notice. Didn't work. He heard the door open and came in a full on sprint, only I didn't know this because I was outside getting the mail. So when I opened the door I opened it right in to him, taking him by surprise and causing him to fall backwards onto the rug. I scooped him up in an effort to show that mom was there to save the day (and forget that mom had just ruined it) but he wasn't having it. He threw his head backward and kicked me so hard in the chest I lost my breath and he proceeded to pound his fists on the ground while screaming which, of course, made Rexy bark from the living room and Oeddie bark and scratch at the door from the bedroom.
I tried everything to calm him down and finally resorted to strapping him into his high chair and handing him a spoonful of Peanut Butter.
Ahh the comforting silence of forgiveness.
So, I've decided, this is how I'm going to settle all of my issues from here on out. How surprised will Ben be if, during our next argument, I stick a PB spoon in his mouth?
I'll let you know.
