ugh!

my booger has turned into a brat. i guess he's officially there. the talking thing isn't really what did it. no, every single morning this week, i'll go wake him up, he'll get out of his crib and cuddle with me for a quick second, and then he'll want to play for a few minutes while i get his clothes ready. the key word in that sentence is "clothes."--he now HATES them. hates taking his pjs off, hates putting clothes on....all around is awful to be around at 6:30 am. i try to take his pjs off, he starts screaming (SCREAMING!) and yelling "MYYYYYYY!!!!"..not sure what he means. he doesn't want to dress himself, but when i take the pjs off he wants to try to put them back on. so i give him the clothes he has to wear for the day so that maybe, just maybe he'll try to put those on instead. NO. not a chance. if i'm lucky enough to get a diaper change in (this morning i ended up covered in poop...great mental picture, i know), i then try to dress him. he rolls and fights and throws a fit. the kid just wants to be naked i guess. i can't really blame him, but he's so mean. just terrible. i have never had to work so hard to get someone dressed in my life. he kicks his legs while i am getting my workout in holding his legs still. i pretty much have to sit on him to dress him. and he screams as we walk out the door. this is if i haven't beaten him first....(just kidding. i only do the "legal" beatings/spankings lol)...but needless to say, it really isn't the greatest start to the day. he's completely great the remainder of the day. he's an awesome, well behaved (for the most part) kid. i love him. he's cute.

but i will be happy to let someone else take care of this part of my day from now on.