Mr Grumpy....

So with each new day he gets more and more grumpy. Poor little man, I think it has finally hit him that he is never going back to the Fairy Godmother and Baby Button. And I'm not sure he's happy about that. He seems to be his most cheerful when either eating, bathing or sleeping. Anything else in between is a bit hit and miss. I fear he may have another tooth cutting through. Either that, or he just doesn't like us. But we will persevere. There are happy moments. He finds daddy's burps hilarious. When I pretend to flip pizza dough with his dinner cloth, his giggles fill the house. We sing songs, clap handies and the world is good. But then minutes later, his world appears to have ended. Right now, he is not even sleeping. He is whining to himself in his cot. I go in to check on him and he wants to get out. I gently place him back down, give him his blankie. He goes nuts. So I leave him. And he starts to calm down. Gah! Is this the controlled crying that social services say "we simply do not do, ma'am."

We'd walked around the lake this morning in his buggy to see the ducks, which to be honest, he didn't seem to give two quacks about. Next week, we are going to try some toddler groups. Show him that there are other people in this world other than us and two stressed out dogs. Hopefully this should cheer his soul up. Heck, we may even attempt the swimming debacle again. But then again...maybe not?