It started at 4am. He started to cry. I let him go for a while, but he didn't go back to sleep. I looked closer at the monitor, and could see he was soaked. Aaron and I went in, and he was super wet from chest to toe, and his bed (and favourite toy, Charlie Bear) were soaked as well. We changed everything out, and he went back to sleep fairly quickly. He woke up next around 8, and was not too unhappy, but was very poopy. I got him cleaned up, fed, and then we went out the door to the DMV. (I told him it was almost time to go, and he dragged my purse over to me, and said "go!").
We were at the DMV for about 50 minutes, fairly short, by DMV standards, but fairly long by 18 month-old standards. He lost his patience pretty quickly, and kept saying "go" and "slide". I kept reassuring him, not that it helped. He was really starting to melt towards the end.
We got in the car, and headed to Willow Street Park. He was really excited when we got there. He played on the different things, and then he wanted to swing. So I pushed him. (And practically gave him whiplash by stopping the swing to keep him from crashing into a wayward kid(way to go attentive parents)). And he swung for 10-15 minutes, and wanted to keep swinging, but I was getting dizzy from watching him. So I told him we had to let other kids have a turn (it's true, all the swings were being used). And when I got him out, he want into full tantrum mode, and threw himself to the ground. (Scraping his forehead in the process). He calmed down and bit, and climbed up the equipment. Wayward kid (probably about 1 year old) and his mom were on there too. And like a flash Wayward kid had a fistful of Bertie's hair. I pinned Bertie down, and Wayward kid's mom worked on loosening his kung-fu grip. By that time, Bertie was in full hysterics and it was time to go. He'd calm down, then make a pulling his hair motion and start crying all over again. (That continued the whole way home).
I changed him, and laid him down, He didn't sleep, he'd wet through again. I changed him, and laid him down again, and he finally slept. (And so did I).
He was unhappy when he woke up. Still upset about the hair pulling incident (continuing the hair pulling motion, and pouting), and he was trying to tell me something I wasn't understanding, which upset him further, compounded by the fact that I was offering him yogurt that he didn't want. Eventually, he was composed, and we went to the grocery store. Once we were there, he decided he was staving. I got him some Hawaiian rolls, and he was fairly happy.
When we got home, he was good for a bit. He demanded to go again, so he and I walked around the block. He was fairly happy with that and once daddy came home.
His last canine tooth is coming in, so that doesn't help things. But he was ok in the evening, and went to sleep fairly quickly.
You're a better woman than I am. I would have yelled at the kid pulling bertie's hair and then yelled at the mom.
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