Last Friday, I took Dylan to Chuck E Cheese for the first time. Saturday, we went out to look at a house, then had a few errands to run. I should have known something was up when I gave Dylan a bottle in the car, and he just looked at it, disinterested. Since Sunday, he has looked like this...
Damn you, Chuck E!! His nose is running like a waterfall, and what is the one thing that Dylan really, really hates? When anyone tries to wipe his face. So, for the past 3 days, he and I go rounds, about every five minutes, to see who will win. Will I wipe his nose, or will Dylan drip snot on every surface of our home? By the end of yesterday, I was like, "What's a little snot on the furniture?" After his second nap, in the afternoon, Dylan had the meltdown of all meltdowns. It was scary. I honestly thought I was gonna have to pack up and take the kid to the emergency room. Either that or the nearest church, (for the exorcism). I called Jim at work, and when he heard the noise, he asked "What is wrong with him?" I replied, "I DON'T KNOW, BUT WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?"
Of course, by the time Jim got home, he was calm, and smiled a super huge smile at his daddy, as if all was right in the world, and mommy just likes to beat her head against the wall and go "Buh, Buh, Buh" for no reason. It is a double edged sword, isn't it? We want our kids to be around other children, but when they are, this is often the result.
The fact that my little ragamuffin is in dire need of a haircut really adds to the effect of these pictures, don't you think?