It seems like the majority of our days are spent like this. Maybe it's the age, maybe it's just his personality, or maybe a combination, but I feel like Niko is constantly going from fine one minute to crying or having a tantrum the next. It starts early with breakfast, continues hourly throughout the day and ends with bathtime (if we're lucky...otherwise it continues for bedtime). I've learned to start taking all this in stride, but there are days when I can't wait for the day to end, only to start all over again 10 hours later!
Shopping is NOT fun (the way it used to be pre-Niko), more time is spend opening snacks, picking up the sippy cup he's thrown, or trying to restrain a very uncooperative nugget who does not want to sit/walk/be carried. At this point, I've probably managed to go in one store and I've looked at nothing, but I've probably received plenty of death stares from disapproving kid free shoppers, and several sympathy smiles from other moms who have been there. I now know what it's like to be mortified by your child, and will remember this fifteen years from now when it's my turn to repay the favor.
The picture of him crying is a look that he has perfected: hands over the eyes, head down while simultaneously wailing, usually after being told no, when he's embarrassed or if he's been yelled at. In the case of this picture, he had just finished his rocket pop from the ice cream truck, when conveniently they start playing that song announcing the truck is still there, come get another ice cream! Naturally, being the rotten mom that I am, I said no to another ice cream and was rewarded with this classic picture. Through every tantrum, I remind myself that this too shall pass, and brighter days are ahead. Of course, that is, until I talk to my mom who reminds that Kali was even worse at 3 years then 2....great!
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