{i need this, not the little monster shown here}
I hate to say it, but Eddie is a TERROR lately. The main problem? Hitting. As in open handed smacking me in the face. No matter what I say (hitting isn't nice, we don't hit mommy, that hurts mommy, etc) he laughs and laughs and continues to pull his hand back to smack me. And you know what? It hurts. And mostly, it makes me scared at times to go on the same level as Eddie, because that seems to be prime momma-smacking time.
It started when we were snuggling in bed together the other day, him clawing my face and smacking me, and ended with him crying in his room (i so sowwy momma!) and me having a lovely (and probably mostly hormone induced) meltdown. It also ended with me finishing a box of girl scout cookies (thanks erin!) but we'll try to forget about that.
Yesterday, no smacking. Happy Eddie, happy Momma. Today? Hubs had just left for work and I took Eddie to the potty. Momma on Eddie's level = prime smacking time, and sure enough, I got a good couple of 'em. After avoiding his little pullback for like, 2 minutes, trying to talk nicely to him and not lose my shit, I finally called Hubs and told him to come back and talk to Eddie. For some reason, Eddie is listening to Hubs much, much more lately and I needed backup. Sure enough, Hubs comes home and I was finally able to get Eddie on the potty, but as Hubs was talking and I was putting Eddie's PJs back on, he got a good smack in, right on my cheek. Hubby, who has never actually seen Eddie hit me, finally realized how bad it was. He had a long, long talk with Eddie while I had a good cry (oh my god, hormones) and we came up with some "nice things to do with our hands" like clapping and petting faces and hugging. So far, so good, but to be honest it's only been an hour and a half since hubby left and I'm still flinching when Eddie comes close. Ugh.
Of course, I'm completely terrified that he's going to hit one of the neighbor kids, or hit the baby when he/she comes home. And the lovely pregnancy hormones are not helping. I hate feeling that I'm losing control of him, but at the same time I know that 2 1/2 is a very hard age and I also know that my spirited little boy has spring fever and needs to be outside running instead of locked in the house. We're sooo ready for spring, people. There's only so much hockey that can be played in the kitchen and basketball that can be played in the living room.
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So what else is going on with Eddie? In a (hopefully) unrelated note, the pacifier fairy came and took away Eddie's pacis!!! Shockingly enough, he has been totally fine with the transition and didn't cry on the first night without them or since....nap times I assumed would be tough, but they've been fine too. The one thing that has been tough that I didn't expect was the car trips...it has been the only time that he has cried and asked for his paci. And while it made for a couple rough car trips, yesterday he only asked for them once or twice while in the car. We're getting there! The other thing that I didn't expect was the banning of the blankies. Since forever Eddie has needed his paci and blankies together, so I figured when we took away the paci the blankies would take over. Nope! He wants nothing to do with them. Unfortunately, this also means that we had lost any way to help Eddie calm down. After some discussion, he decided that he wanted a Jessie doll from Toy Story. Sure enough, we got him a Jessie doll and he is totally in love....it was the cutest thing to watch him sleep with her last night....Hubs even said that he made sure to tuck her under the covers with him :) Cute!

