Today was the worst day we have had with little man..It all started when I went to pick him up from daycare and he was in the middle of a rage. So nice to know he does it even when we are not around.
We came home, Wayne and I were talking about whatever and lil man yelled "Karen shut up, don't talk I am mad at you"
It all went south from there. He wouldn't use the bathroom he wouldn't eat, and wouldn't play.. He didnt want to be talked to or touched.
He kicked he screamed he threw and broke things. He yelled " I hate you, leave me alone." "Don't look at me."
I had to restrain him to stop him from hurting myself, my husband and our household. When he stopped trying to harm us, I read him is favorite bedtime story, while he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Kissed him good night, and tossed him into bed. I sat in the room hoping the screaming would stop, and he would fall asleep. I was wrong.
It all started up again.
2 hours and 43 minutes later, he asked for milk, as quickly as is started it was all over.
He asked for his dinner, and ate as if he had never eaten before.
I took him into his room, he laid his head on my shoulder and I rocked him, and sang to him.
He was almost asleep when I laid him on his bed. He said "I love you see you in the morning"
He's lucky he's so damn cute!