Sunshiney

Soooo.... I don't wanna count my eggs before they've hatched, but a miracle has occurred. For the last week, my screaming, whining, fussing bub has been replaced with a kind, sweet, gentle and complacent angel. I'm not gonna overextend and say that Happy Toddler video was the cause, because the second night using the Fast Food technique was a fucking disaster. The bub had not taken a nap... and by bedtime when he started throwing a gigantic fit, I had reached the end of my rope and was quietly gnawing on the last straw. He was in bed flailing and crying, and I was attempting to talk him down when one of his extremities (an arm? a leg? who knows!) hit me in the eyeball and said eyeball began to weep profusely. I jumped out of bed disgusted, and when I returned, my patience was nil. A screaming match ensued. The hub was horrified. I was in tears. I eventually had to leave the house all together before the hub could finally get him settled down and ripe for nite nite.

The next morning, apologies were exchanged all around. ("I'm so sorry for yelling at you bub..." "I'm sorry for hitting you in the eye momma...") And that is when the abduction occurred. Screaming mee mee out. Genteel sweet pea in.

Who knows what factors caused the shift. My Happiest Toddler moves? The big, remorseful blow out? His third birthday just around the corner? I'm trying not to think on it too hard for fear of a jinx, but it is nothing short of a wonder. I love the bub so much it makes me want to eat him alive... he's been so cute and smart and funny and NICE. No throwing food at the dinner table. No fighting over getting in/out of the car. Just peace, serenity and a zen-like existence that is overflowing with thank-yous, I-love-yous and your-welcomes.

So nice indeed that after four days with no TV, the bub is currently enjoying a full hour of his most coveted DVD -- Meerkat Manor. A little bit of nice goes a long way in my house!