Baby B went without a nap yesterday.
By 6:30 pm, he was thoroughly out of sorts. He climbed on the dog, waking poor Eliot from his evening nap. He tossed the television converter across the room. He opened the office desk drawers and rifled through them for something sharp. The best he could come up with was a pen.
"Put that down," said Daddy, who doesn't like pen marks in unusual places.
"Do you want some paper?" asked Simone, who tries to encourage creativity in a safe manner.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" yelled Baby B, who was trying to stab the television with the pen.
"Okee dokee," said Simone equably. She slipped the pen out of Baby B's hand.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" yelled Baby B, stomping his feet into the hardwood floor and pulling at his hair.
"Time to go up for a bath," said Simone cheerfully.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" yelled Baby B, futilely trying to resist arrest by punching at Simone's thighs.
Simone picked up the screaming baby and brought him up to the bathroom to get ready for a bath. Baby B immediately jumped at the door handle and tried to get out. Simone sat in front of the door, blocking any escape attempt. To illustrate how truly angry he was, Baby B wrapped both hands around his toy giraffe's neck and shook the poor toy vigorously. He then attempted to reach the doorknob again but his mother would not let him by. Baby B resolved this dilemma by head butting his mother. Said mother grabbed Baby B, picked him up and put him down on the floor in a prone albeit kicking position. Baby B immediately realized he'd gone too far and gave Simone a hug, collapsing in sobs on her lap. When the child resumed breathing normally, Simone asked, "Do you want to get your special bed toy?"
Baby indicated that yes, he would like to do just that. The toy having been retrieved, Simone and Baby B returned to the bathroom. But Baby B was not ready for a bath just yet. He wanted to cuddle. And cuddle was all he did, for no more than one minute later, he'd fallen fast asleep. So had Simone...
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