The last few days have been pretty calm by M standards so I really haven't had a lot to say. Today was also a fairly calm and chilled out kind of day although he was being a little extra stubborn.
We have entered the asserting my opinion stage and boy does it ever come with some tantrums. It's actually funny to watch him go into meltdown mode when he's told "No". This is the magic word that will trigger Spazzy M. Spazzy M has a set of lungs and he uses them. He also has a face that can contort into various forms of rage and frustration accompanied by at least 5 shades of red. Spazzy M stomps his feet, balls his fists, pulls hair and grabs on to your leg and will not let go. Yup, Spazzy M is highly entertaining but very hard on the ears.
Tonight M wanted to play in the dogs water dish. He likes to put his blocks in, let them fill with water and then drink the water, Gross to us, great fun for him. I took the dish away and put it on the counter. I then wandered to the other side of the kitchen to finish making dinner. I happened to turn around in time to see him reaching for the water dish. I hollered a quick "M, no!" he looked at me, grinned and pulled one side of it. Yeah, you know what happened next. He tipped the dish, water poured all over him and the floor, he started to cry (I assume because he was startled) and I laughed.
I couldn't stop laughing. There's my poor little guy, standing in a huge puddle of water, soaking wet with the dog trying super hard to clean up all the water. He was looking at me with the saddest little face, crying his heart out all because he had to grab the water dish after I told him to leave it alone. Consequences. I keep hoping he'll figure that word out.
Off I went, grabbed a towel, stripped him down and started to dry the floor before the water leaked any further. This did not sit well with M. He wanted me to pick him up. Now. His solution was to stand there and pull my hair and hit my arm. I politely asked him to stop and explained that I would pick him up once I had finished drying the floor. Still not a good enough answer so he hit and pulled some more. I'm about to admit I'm a petty human being. I pulled his hair. Not hard, just enough to show it's not nice. It didn't go over very well but he did walk away. He was crying but he walked away. Once I had dried up all the water I went over and cuddled with him for a few minutes. He was perfectly fine after that.
Hopefully he learned a lesson from this although I doubt it. I'm guessing he'll need to have a lot more water fall on him before he learns this lesson.
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