Tantrums and Hugs

I've started experiencing an unpleasant part of toddlerhood: the tantrum. Tantrums are also most unpleasant when 1.)it is 100 degrees outside 2.)you are 7 months pregnant. I took Tristan to the Y nursery on Friday and he cried. He had not been in ages. I felt bad, but I needed to work out. I then proceeded (with much stupidity) to meet Kendra at Spice at a lovely little baby boutique. The owner thought we were nutsos. The boys wanted to take EVERYTHING down from the shelves. He also started rocking the owner of the boutique's two-month old daughter violently in her carrier. Not good. Not good at all. It all ended with a full blown melt down when the toy tractor under the table was too big to come out. Drama. I was so pooped at this point, but I felt so bad for taking him to two horrific places (in a child's eyes) that I decided to take him to the zoo afterward and meet up with Melissa and Kimberly. I was so relieved to see him running around in joy. Loved running free from exhibit to exhibit. Nothing like a good dose of friends can't fix...for him and for me. I feel so so so blessed to have such amazing friends at this time in my life. Friends make it all better. So do hugs...


"Yay!!!"