I’m a Dad

Tantrums

Wouldn’t you know it. By the time I get around to writing about his little tantrums, he’s gotten over them. They weren’t even tantrums, really, just a crying fit that was impossible to stop. He would arch his back and kick his legs and scream. Yeah, ok, it was a tantrum. (That’s a funny word if you say it too many times. tantrum tantrum tantrum. Almost sounds like some kind of Native American musical instrument.) I think we finally determined that the tantrums would occur when he didn’t get enough sleep or was awoken in the midst of a nap. My answer to the fits was to put him down and help him to realize that when he acted that way I wasn’t going to hold him. I doubt that my actions had anything to do with it, but he hasn’t had any episodes in a week or so.

In other news, his croupy cough and wheezing have returned. My concerned daddy instinct is to take him to the doctor pronto, but my practical instinct is that the doctor is going to say the same thing she said last time, so why waste the time and the copay.

I also have a ton of pictures that are still sitting on the chip in the digital camera. I’ll see if I can get them up later today. Right now I need to shower and brush my teeth. Feels like there’s some kind of fuzz covering them.

Oh yeah, I also lost my spellchecker when I upgraded movabletype and haven’t taken the time to add the code that lets me check my spelling. So please forgive any gross errors – I’m also too lazy to proof read.