This past weekend was really nice, but not without its rocky bits. We had some fun play dates, ate yummy pizza and played around the yard. Rowan’s vocabulary is growing, and hanging out with him gets more and more fun with each passing day.
With that said, Rowan and I experienced our first real garden variety toddler tantrum walking home from lunch on Saturday. Rowan was exhausted and poor guy was beside himself. We made quite the scene. Women walking by gave me knowing sympathetic glances. One woman (on crutches!) had to chase us down when in all the chaos, Rowan had kicked off his shoe. I smiled nervously at each passerby, and did my best impression of a mom in control of the situation. I think my crazed hair, and the football hold I had on Rowan were a dead giveaway that the person in control of the situation was certainly NOT ME.
Needless to say, that night at dinner, I drank more than my share of the wine, and tried to shake it off. I suspect this is just the beginning.