He took his pants off, removed the boppy from the corner and was chewing on the lamp cord.
Yesterday morning I decided that we couldn't put up with the turning over on the changing table any more. He's getting too big and could easily fall off. So I swatted his leg and. You would have thought it was the end of the world. He just boohooed. After I finished changing him we sat in the rocker and he buried his little head in my shoulder for a minute as if to say, "I'm sorry, Mom" and then we were on our way again. And he hasn't tried to turn over since. As you can see from above we have a few other areas to work on now. So it begins.
When he was just a few days old a lactation consultant came over and told us about a military program where you can have a nurse come over to your house for the first 3 years of a child's life to "counsel" you on care and discipline. After hearing her philosophy of demand feeding and no discipline until the age of 18 months (can you imagine?) I politely declined. She did say something like, "now after 18 months you have a little terror on your hands." Hmmm, I wonder why?
We're going to a pumpkin patch with some friends this afternoon so more fun pictures to come!