The Bunkster got a hair cut. Omi was visiting and she trimmed the front, leaving, as requested, the curly bunch in the back. Mommy hated it - it looked like a mullet. Daddy hated it for his own reasons. So Mommy & Daddy chopped the back curls off, which made Mommy sad. They went to breakfast with Omi and Papa and a little while later Mommy finished the trim to even things out and fix the back. Now he looks great... but
I miss those adorable curls!He also got a cut on his nose. Not sure how. Boyz wil b boyz.

I'm cute. Check out my hair.

Aaaahhhhh!!! More chicken please, Daddy!

Why, you'd never know I've been
HELLSPAWN for 72 hours straight!!!

Mmmm. Yummy.
So, what's this about being hellspawn? We're not sure what's going on, I guess it's some kind of anxiety attack or just testing his limits. But only with me. He must be held, at all times, not held while sitting, mind you, and he must be transported to the objects or locations he desires, and then held there. You must get his food while holding him. And no one else, only Mommy. Not even Isabel this morning. *ugh* And fusspot city! 24/7! I am getting NO reprieve from Mr. Crankypants. He is fine all day until I come home, and then it's meltdown after meltdown after meltdown.
This weekend I took him to the park - he wanted me to hold him the whole time. "Take me to the swing! But Noooooooooooooooo!!! Don't put me IN the swing!!! Let's go over there to the gym. Noooooooo!!!!! I don't want to be put down! How about that trashcan? Beh-peh? But I want to touch it!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
And in Fry's, our favorite geek-out store, he wouldn't go in the stroller, or the cart. Had to be held the whole time. By Mommy. Daddy not good enough. And then he wanted to walk, but of course, his direction not ours, which led to a 5-minute face-down meltdown on the floor while I just looked at Mark and laughed at the absurdity of it. (While all other parents looked at me with pity or disgust, getting ready to call child services...) Same thing in the grocery store later on.
I did get some happy time when I let him play for an hour in my car, in the driver seat, while I sat in the passenger seat with my laptop (wireless is a wonderful thing). He pushes all the buttons, puts the key in the ignition, turns the radio up and down and up and down (and dances when it's loud). It's rather cute. I just hope he's not destroying my car.
Let's hope this fussy thing goes away soon. We have a playdate with Aisling tomorrow night!