Yesterday

8:00 AM - Holden wakes up not super happy like usual (relatively strange for him)

8:15 AM - Holden decides he HATES his changing table. Or that he hates getting his diaper changes. Not sure yet at this point which it is.

8:20 AM - Holden decides he hates ME. He thrashes, kicking me in the stomach several times despite my entreaties.

8:25 AM - Holden, usually independent, cries every time I try to put him down.

8:30 AM - Food, usually the solve-all, also makes Holden's hate list. He screams for five minutes while I try to feed him.

9:00 AM - I put him down for a nap - which also makes him scream. But at least he sleeps eventually.

11:00 AM - Repeat all items above twice

5:30 PM - Wes comes home and I leave the room. Holden is good for him.

5:45 PM - Holden sees me pass by the room and starts crying and "stomp crawls" toward me and begs to be picked up.

5:47 PM - He's not happy being held by me or sitting next to me. He just wants to complain and be mean to me.

6:00 PM - I give Holden over to Wes and Holden calms right down. But then I pass by a minute later and he starts throwing a tantrum again!

And that was my day until I went to Mamma Mia (feeling quite sorry for myself) with my friend Jaime. I totally take it personal. Like somehow, subconsciously he knew I was going to be going to a movie that night and was ticked off about it all day long. It was so sad.

Today has been better. We've thoroughly enjoyed each other - except for the 15 minutes coming back from the gym when he screamed the whole way home. Such a love.

My Kid Is a Freaking Genius

Yes it has happened. I've turned into one of those mothers that thinks her kid is a genius. A freaking genius, if you want to know the truth. Holden is 7 months old and he's so alert, aware and deliberate that I feel like I'm hanging out with a 7 year old. I can't even imagine what it will be like when he's seven! It'll be like hanging out with Nietzsche (heaven forbid) or Rand; he'll be so advanced he'll be thinking I'm the kid and he's the adult.

Ok I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway - we broke the camera in NC so I have no proof of any of this, but he can say Mama and knows what he's saying. Today we went for a walk and I said "Hi buddy" and he looked at me and said "Hi Mama." Well he sort of growled it. We're both sick with colds so our voices are funky right now. He's so much fun. He can follow orders and understands so much of what I say, even if he deliberately chooses to disobey. He sniper-crawls everywhere, gets into everything, fears nothing, laughs with me all the time, eats anything I give him and knows that he's got me wrapped around one of his cute fat little fingers.