Baby Rage

I was telling my coworkers about how I probably irreparably damaged Wm because when he was a weensy baby and would have weird anger fits (usually brought on by the fun of "tummy time"), I thought it was HILARIOUS and would laugh and snap "adorable" pictures of his tiny evil face and tiny fists of fury. To show them how cute/evil he was, I hunted up this picture:

Seriously, can you even stand it?? ADORBS, right?

So instead of a mom who would cuddle him and sooth him, he had one who laughed at him and was like, "KEEP DOING THAT WHILE I GET THE CAMERA! DON'T MOVE! This is great stuff. GOLD! More anger! YES! Perfect!!!"

While I was rooting around in old pictures, I found this gem and couldn't resist.

Fat sack of goo! Look at the arm rolls!! LOVE. IT. I miss rolly polly Wm!

Wm goes to the doctor today for his 9 year well child check up. He hasn't been to the doctor since his appointment last year. Wm had perfect school attendance last year! He was pretty peeved because he did have one tardy - for going to the dentist for a checkup. He wanted a pristine attendance record. I never had perfect attendance, ever. So he's already beaten me!! I told him he doesn't need any shots this year and he goes, "I don't even care about shots. They don't even hurt." Braveheart, over here. He must have taken all his baby rage and saved it up for shot time. Because he stubbed his toe his on his bed this morning and acted like he had a compound fracture. Then he came downstairs all grumpy…

Wm: [grump face]

Me: What's wrong with you?

Wm: I stubbed my toe! HARD. And my sock had a hole in it. So I put on a new one. But IT had a hole. Then, when I made my bed, the stupid cat destroyed it. THREE times!!

Me: Oh, yeah, he loves nothing more than to destroy a freshly made bed.

Wm: WHY???

Me: No idea. Did he then attack the crap out of you when you tried to remove him from your bed?

Wm: YES! He is crazy! So I had to make my bed THREE times!!

Me: It's a hard knock life, Wm.

Wm: My toe hurts.

Me: Well,  it's a good thing you're going to the doctor today with your major toe trauma.

Wm: UGH! AND, I have to go to the doctor!

Me: Not until after your field trip, though. 

Wm: I don't even LIKE the Art Museum.

Me: You're just a ray of sunshine this morning.

Wm: Your breakfast bar has a bigger chocolate chip than mine!!!

Me: Here, you can have it. We'll trade.

Wm: [big smile] Thank you.

Chocolate fixes everything.