Sadly the complete bliss and divine ignorance of babyhood cannot last forever. Our poor little Milo is just beginning to learn some of those lessons that we all must learn sooner or later. He has gotten really bad about hitting lately. Generally you get smacked in the face as a reward for holding him. Sometimes he does it because he is mad about something but more often he does it just because. We have all been telling him "No" with ever escalating force but these last few days I have apparently said it a few times with more force than he is used to.
Last night I was holding him while walking out of the bedroom and he decided to hit me in the face. I looked at him and gave him a strong "No". He looked at me with astonishment and then his little face screwed up like I just threw his favorite giraffe out the window. He began to wail to the point that Mark came over and asked me what happened. Then this morning I was at Lanita's dropping him off and was telling her about what happened. I was holding him at the time and guess what? Smack. Right in the face. Again I told him "No" in my mean mommy voice and, again, he started wailing. He lay his head on my shoulder and cried and cried. Poor little guy. Apparently learning not to hit people in the face is an agonizing process (especially for those of us being hit!).
Milo's second lesson is a true but sad reality of life. He has gotten to the point where he cries anytime you stop doing something he likes. For instance, if you are swinging him around and you stop he cries. Or if you are tickling him and you stop he cries. Last night I was in the utility room while Mark and Milo were in the family room. All of the sudden I heard Milo start crying and then I heard Mark's response... "Sorry buddy, fun can't go on forever." See, sad but true.
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