Tantrum

True story: last night, Charlie threw a 45 minute tantrum before falling asleep because I would not let him sleep with an old iHome remote control that has become a favorite toy.  The child is becoming quite adept at summoning up tantrums in the fullest form - tears, back arching, gasping for breath.  About 1/2 way into this, I decided to see if all the drama was really about the remote control or just a case of an over-tired toddler.  The moment, I mean the instantaneous moment, I placed the control back in his hand, he was FINE.

Doggie

I. Am. Not. A. Dog. Person.  They make me sneeze. I am not down with the hair they leave behind nor the cold noses.

My son, however, is obsessed with dogs.  Unfortunate to say the least given my opening statement.  At 10 months old, Charlie began sleeping with his gray and white doggie lovey; he takes it with him everywhere and loves to have people give it kisses.  Despite the fact that we have a set of 3 of them, they are brown on all edges because he is constantly sucking on it.  Gross.

From the doggie-blanket attachment phase, Charlie began saying "doggie" and then naming pretty much every thing in sight accordingly, myself included.  Barking followed...

Earlier this month, he started spotting dogs everywhere - on walks, in books, etc. On our plane ride home from TX, I discovered that Sky Mall is FILLED with dogs, which helped us pass a good 10 minutes.  This activity has continued to be a favorite around the house...

Poor baby.  All this love for dogs and no where to spend it.  I have a sneaky suspicion a four-legged friend is in my future whether I like it or not...