Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I've never been hit in the face before. Like really hit...until a few days ago. J has officially entered the world of smacking, slapping, and punching. And, it's not just the mad struggle that occurs when he's getting his diaper changed, to which I'm positive I could charge admission. (Come one, come all and witness grown-ass woman getting beat-down from baby!)
These days, though, when he's frustrated, he starts swingin'. The last one, a jab-cross-left-hook move, had me seeing stars.
Measures needed to be taken. I don't think I started time-outs with M until she was two. Then again, she's never straight clocked me.
So, here we go. New terrain for little J. Not sure how many walls are in his future or how many uppercuts are in mine, but I'm considering investing in one of these bad boys:
Stay tuned for details on the next match...
Posted by Rosana V. at 6:05 PM