Lately I have a fear of being alone with Unit 2. Big E really likes to hit me if he doesn't get his way. And it hurts... emotionally and physically.
Now I'm consistent if nothing else. I set him down in a safe place and walk away.
Yet, I was afraid that yesterday, an in-service day for him, that I would practically be walking down the block while he is writhing on the floor by himself due to some physical abuse on his part.
Call it "Baby Intuition" but he gave me a gift yesterday.... not one incident. We had an amazing day together. He even let me go work out while I stuck him with a teenager at the gym! Sure he cried for a minute, but what baby doesn't have a little seperation anxiety with someone new.
We went on errands together, simply had a blast. He talked to me... told me all about how the world revolves matter of factly. He transferred his first bowl of cheerios to another bowl. He transferred his new "rainy day" set of plates from one room to another. It was phenomenal. He even tasted my spaghetti sauce (so much so, he didn't eat dinner).
I went to get him this morning and it started with a slap in the face when I didn't pick his blanket up fast enough for him. But he did enjoy practicing saying "hi" to his sister in the car.
He's so amazing... I'll post pictures of all the "work" he did later.
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