A Good Omen

Throughout the day I noticed some changes in my 7 month old son. He seemed to be more determined, more animated, and just plain feisty. Tasks that were simple yesterday suddenly became  quite a challenge today. For example, yesterday I could change his outfit in just a couple of minutes. Today the task required several tries, because his new favorite game is taking his top off (gets that from his Dad, because I would never! wink-wink) as soon as I get it on. The experience was similar to both viewing and participating in the clown act at a circus. I thought he was just cranky because he's teething. Nope.

Tonight was epic. He refused to go to sleep. Flat out refused. I have never seen this defiant side of my sweet little baby boy, and quite frankly, I don't like it! I thought he would still be too young for this, but all day he's been throwing little fits and getting his poor little devious heart broken every time I try to take anything away from him. I suppose I could avoid this by letting him eat my dirty keys or chew on my iPhone, but I can't seem to find that under "Acceptable Parenting Techniques" in any of the fifty bazillion parenting books I have!

After he finally went to sleep--a full hour past his bedtime--I discovered a little piece of heaven in my stuffy kitchen cabinet (see above remnants). I think it's an omen that tomorrow will be a three pots of coffee and one bottle of vodka much better day.