Temper, Temper, Temper

- October 20, 2012

I don't know what happened to the sweet, precious, well-behaved baby that I bore nine short months ago. For some reason he has made a turn for the worse. He has the worst temper I have ever seen. He spent most of his day "ticked off" about something. If you take the remote away he screams bloody murder. If you walk away from him he pitches a monster fit. He has also decided that he doesn't want to sleep through the night anymore. For the past few days he has been up every couple of hours. When I got to check on him he has usually soaked through his diaper (as is probably freezing to death). It takes him a while to go back to sleep. I can only hope that this moodiness is caused by a cold or by teething. Unfortunately, he is acting more like the infant he emerged as. Immediately after he was born Michael and I looked at each other and knew we were in for it. Sam had the loudest cry - and he cried every time something didn't go his way.

Thursday was a great day. Michael picked the boys up from Victoria's while I caught a quick catnap on the couch. When the boys got home Finn went straight to the backyard with his tent. Then he came back inside for a blanket and some books.

Goodness they look a lot alike here.

While Daddy and Finn played outside Sam did was he does best - eat. From the minute we walk in the door until the minute he falls asleep Sam eats, and eats, and eats. While I am cooking supper I put Sam in the high chair and give him finger foods.

Right before putting supper on the table I took Sam outside to see the tent. I thought that Finn would get really upset about Sam stealing his spot-light, but to my delight Finn was so excited to see Sam.

Both of the boys got up the table and had to go straight to the bathtub. Since Sam is getting bigger (or as Finn would say, "Sam is getting bigger every day!") they can take baths together.