grant woke up crying this morning. not sure why. when asked, grant listed a bunch of reasons: "i'm sick, i had a bad dream, i didn't want to take a nap, i didn't want to sleep, i didn't want to be in my bed, i didn't want to eat salad last night..."
even bringing him into bed with me for a cuddle couldn't bring him out of his funk. "no mama, don't hold me that tight." [loosen grip] "no mama - hold me!" [tighten grip, but not as much] "no mama - i want your head HERE and my head goes HERE." [move my head to his desired location] "no mama - my feet are cold." [do you want breakfast, grant?] "no mama - i don't want ANYTHING. NOTHING. don't talk to me." [ooh, today is my gym with lala! won't that be fun???] "NO MAMA. i don't want to go to my gym. i don't want to do ANYTHING."
so i resorted to my sure-fire grant cheerer-upper.
"do you want to watch a movie on dad's ipod?"
"OH YES, MAMA! THAT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL SO MUCH BETTER! I'M NOT SICK ANYMORE! YIPPEE!"
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