Temper, temper

So, the bug's got a temper. I knew that. What I didn't know was that he can hold a baby grudge. I made him mad this evening, just before his dad got home. I'm not sure if it was my getting up after he fell asleep next to me on the bed, or that when he woke up upset, and I came back to comfort nurse him, I then startled him by answering Mr. Punch's "I'm Home!" with a perhaps too loud "yay!"

In any case, Alex decides he doesnt't want to nurse anymore, and is twisting toward his dad to be picked up, which he is. They play. I come in for smiles and smooches, which he's giving his dad. I get nothing: he turns his head, silently. Hmmmmph. So, I go into the kitchen to start dinner, while his dad folds laundry with the bug on the bed. I come back in to play/help. And I get more of the same: he turns away from me, stony faced (inasmuch as a baby can be stonyfaced) and gives his dad a big smile. Hmmmmmph! So, I kiss him, and smile, chuck him under the chin and go back to the kitchen. I say: maybe I need to go away for a bit--then he's be happy to see me! (It's happened). After another five minutes, Mr. Punch brings him into the kitchen saying "he's following you with his eyes; I think he wants to make up." So I kiss and try to cuddle him, he's turning away, but not as much. I offer him a strawberry, which he takes and squishes up high. I play squish it with him, and TADA: a big smile. YAY.

Food and play as the peace offering. A little bit passive agressive. Just like Mama.

He's 8 months old.

I'm cooked.