Miles of Smiles: And the fights begin...

One of my friends on facebook shared this little poem:

The little disclaimer at the end said: "Caution. Tissues may be required..."

I did almost tear up at knowing that we won't always have our "little" Blakey. We love him so much, and are constantly telling each other how incredibly cute he is. Laughing at his little half smile he has, how he has to get my cell phone every chance he gets, how he throws his food...ok, so it isn't all great, but thinking that it will come to an end some day is kind of heartbreaking b/c we love everything about our son.

Interesting timing, this poem was, because I was just planning to sit down and write about how Blake fights me on everything lately and before I opened blogger, I saw this little poem above. All of a sudden, I love our little fights. Well....kind of :)

He fights me as hard as he can against getting his fingernails cut and it takes him a little bit to calm down afterwards. His way of calming down is not to be held initially, he pushes and pushes against me and cries hard when I try to hold him and comfort him. So, I set him down and he storms off and probably bangs his head against something or throws something. Then I stretch out my arms wide and tell him to come and give Mommy a hug and he runs to me and gives/gets a nice hug, and he's not quite so mad. Oh, but then he remembers how mad he is and he pushes off me again and storms off, this time maybe picking up a toy and then again remembering he is mad, so throwing it down again. I tell him again, come give Mommy a hug, and I stretch out my arms real wide and he runs to me again while crying and gives me a big long hug. After his second hug, he starts talking and smiling and all is well with the world once again.

The above scenario is just what we did after the nail clipping session this morning and very unfortunately, during his two hugs, I smelled a dirty diaper. What terrible timing b/c another one of Blake's most detested activities is getting his diaper changed. So, soon after he calms down, I bring him to get his diaper changed b/c I just can't leave him sitting in a poopy diaper, as much as he hates this activity. So, that diaper change was worse than normal b/c he wasn't as far removed from his last display of disdain as he needed to be.

Blake is really good at using his legs to make diaper changing extremely difficult for me. He lifts his legs and hooks them against my wrists and pushes down so that it moves my hand off his diaper and once I pull my hand out, he does it instantly again and again, making it sooo hard to get this cloth diaper on him. Granted, if it was a disposable, it would be easier for sure, but it would still be a fight. He also raises his knees to his chest, which anyone who changes a diaper knows that he needs to have his knees down to get the diaper fastened and he fights pretty hard when I try to lower his legs. You should see us sometimes, it is quite the fight as I'm trying to pin him down and he is struggling with all his might. I honestly don't know what else to do b/c if I don't fight him, he just rolls over and tries to get off the changing pad or changing table and he would piddle all over our floor, which I have let him do one too many times. Scott asks me why I let him get up b/c within a minute I'm usually cleaning up the floor and then I have to change his onsie b/c he pees on the flap that is unsnapped. I guess I'm just tired of the fight sometimes...

And I wonder why this guy wears me out... :)

Love this face :)

He's usually trying to get my camera when I do this...maybe that's why I don't take as many pictures anymore. It is another fight that usually ends up in tears or yelling at me b/c I won't let him play with the camera. When I do, he wants to press the buttons. Not the shutter button, but the menu buttons and changes my settings...