One unhappy little boy

Jan 19 - This morning I woke up around 8am. After breakfast and a little playtime it was back in the crib for a morning nap. When I woke up the house was all clean. Mommy must have been a busy little bee while I was sleeping.

After lunch it was time to get moving. Mommy had already packed the van with the trash to make a stop at the dump on our way to group. When we got to group Ms. Tara and James were already there. Then Ms. Jessica and Violet and Ms. Rhonda and Hunter joined us. I was walking all over the place and inspired Violet to try walking too. We all shared our toys with each other and had a great time playing with one another. I weighed in at 17lbs 10oz and am getting bigger and bigger.

James and I turn one just one week apart from each other. His party is the Saturday before my party so Mommy and Ms. Tara decided to go check out the party store in Dunkirk together. We met in the parking lot. I had fallen asleep in the van on the way there and wasn't the happiest about waking up but once we got inside and started looking around I was in a better mood. Mommy gave me this cool little blue shaker to hold while we looked around. It made me so happy. We didn't buy anything this time but had fun looking around. Then the four of us walked over to Giant. James and Ms. Tara grabbed a few things from the baby aisle and said goodbye while Mommy and I had to stay and finished our shopping trip.

Then we came home. I was having fun walking around and Mommy had given me a sippy cup to try. I lost my balance and fell hitting my mouth on my sippy cup then rolling and hitting my head on the floor. Ouch! Mommy picked me up and tried to comfort me but it hurt a lot. She then tried to nurse me and that made me feel better but then she decided it would be a good time to try to cut my nails. I didn't want her to and kept pulling my hand away. Mommy told me no and I screamed back at her. Finally she scolded me and I stopped pulling away even though I screamed the entire time she cut my fingernails and toenails. She then told me I could go and put me down on the floor. I stood by her legs just screaming at her. Then she got up to go cook dinner. I followed her into the kitchen to continue screaming at her. She told me that since she was going to be using the oven and didn't want to have to worry about me getting hurt she was going to put me in my pack n play. This did not make me happy. I screamed and screamed until I had to catch my breath. Then Mommy came and got me from the pack n play and held me for a little while. I stopped crying but was still breathing hard for a while.

By the time Daddy got home from school I was in a much better mood. I ran over to him and said hi. Then it was a little more play time before going to bed at 9:45pm.