Be warned! It can come out of no where. All of a sudden the full weight of a toddler comes flying at you to embrace you with love and bruising. Anyone within 100ft of Billy is not safe from the Attack Hug. If you are of the canine persuasion, especially if your name is Buddy, you are the most vulnerable to the Attack Hug. Mommy is a favorite victim for the ferocious affection.
Billy woke me up before the sun today so I tried to bring him into the big bed and have us both sleep a little later, especially because it's Daylight Savings. After several Attack Hugs it was clear that neither of us were going to get any sleep. So, I got up and made him pancakes for breakfast.
The Evil Happy Airplane strikes again! I moved this evil, cute little toy to another shelf so Billy could still get to it if he wanted it, but so that is wouldn't be with the other toys. He's afraid to go near it... Well, he found it on the new shelf and kept pointing at it. He decided that he wanted to walk past that particular shelf but he couldn't take his eyes off of Evil Airplane and ran head first into the easy chair. He got knocked flat on his bum. But Billy was not to be deterred. He discovered that if he pushed on the books on that shelf from one end they would fall on Evil Airplane. So he pushed on the books several times today.
I would like to be able to contain Billy in the den sometimes when I don't want to chase him from one end of the house to the other. It's not all of the time, just once and awhile. So we bought an inexpensive baby gate today. He's already figured out how to undo it. Awesome.
We also bought a 10lb jug of animal crackers. OMG. I think they must be made of baby crack. I gave him a few and he thought they we so good that he continued to try to lift the 10lb container until he did manage to pick it up and move it around the room in an attempt to open it. (Remember, when you're a toddler, 10lb is nearly half your weight). He flat out refused to eat dinner and kept pointing to the jug. Mommy was firm. No more animal crackers, not in your soup, no loop-da-loop.
I think he must be dreaming of animal crackers.
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