Yesterday, Ben turned 18 months old.
Today, he let us know loud and clear that he is not, in fact, the sweet small boy we have come to expect. Ben, Ella and I headed over to Eagle Hill to meet Kat for dinner. As soon as we arrived, Ben started screaming. He screamed throughout the entire meal, except when he was throwing things on the floor and eating bananas. His dinner tonight? THREE bananas and a handful of oyster crackers.
(I'm hoping there are no adverse effects to eating that many bananas in one sitting. I'll let you know!)
Actually, yesterday was the first day he got "in trouble" at school. Ben's daycare providers, Miss Jenna and Miss Jen, are two amazing women who spend their days with five or six or seven (I can't keep track, which is why I don't run a daycare) little boys who range in age from 18 months to around 2 and 1/2. Of course, my sweet boy has always been the darling of this rough and tumble group...until yesterday.
Jenna and Jen fill out updates on all the kids, which we get every day. One of the sections is called: "Today I was: ______________". Previously, Ben has been described with lovely words like "creative", "happy", "curious", "lovable", and "adventurous".
Yesterday, Ben was "jealous" with an added note, letting us know that he was throwing toys at anyone and everyone who would not give him what he wanted, including our beloved Miss Jenna.
So it appears that our loving son is well on his way to teaching us to never underestimate the power of an angry toddler.
On the other hand, he's just learned how to say, "I love you!" and gives big squeezes when asked....so I guess he still has a couple of redeeming qualities.
Then again, he's not two yet!
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