Through out my pregnancy and after Alexander Brody was born people complemented me on how calm I was. How well I adjusted to having a new born...I was a natural!Ok. He's not a new born anymore.
I can handle the stomach flu he picked up within his first week of daycare.(Poor little baby.) I can handle the match box cars he flushed down the toilet(.Awh look how inventive he is!) I didn't even freak out when he was bleeding to death after pulling the christmas stocking holder down on his head.And he eats toilet paper, but that's ok.
The one thing that turns me into the worst parent ever is WHINING. I can't stand it. To my dismay Xander is exceptionally good at it.
Right now he has whined to the point of tears because he wants me to feed him his peanut butter sandwich.(I attempted to ignore him, that is why he is in tears)He doesn't want to touch it, but he wants to eat it. That in itself is fine, but why can't he just ask me to feed it to him? Why does he have to whine and snort and huff like some little two legged, hairless bull.
He must have learned to speak greek before english. This would explain our communication gap.