My little guy has entered an ugly new phase. One that I feel like I can't talk about. But can't stop talking about.
We talk, read books, tell him "nice hands", and still get the sad note (that's really what they call it) at the end of the day about biting, and hitting, and crying.
I hope it's a very short phase, I hope it's not a sign of things to come.
I hope that I can get over talking, and talking, and talking about it.
Feels like a self-fulfilling prophesy if I just keep talking about it. Like I'm stuck on the the n-word (naughty).
I'm bracing myself for the worst.
But he's only just one. And he's my baby.
[My baby who is the happiest little guy right now, smiling and laughing as he plays.]