Layton had a pizza and pajama party today. You would think this would be exciting. Or at least a happy event.
Not so much.
I dressed him in his Lightening Mcqueen pajamas and sent him to preschool with his granddaddy. He was wailing as the car door shut that he didn't want to go. I assumed he would get over it and didn't give it another thought.
Several hours later he comes home and tells me that he got a frowny face on his chart because he was put in time out. I asked him why and he says...
"Told you I don't like pizza."
He then explained that he was crying at lunch and they put him in time out because he wouldn't stop whining. I told him he shouldn't throw a fit and he looked and me and said, "Well, I wasn't happy!"
Sigh.
There are no words to express my frustration over this whiny phase. He has these wild mood swings that are driving me crazy. One minute he is happy, the next he is wailing. I miss my good natured, easy little boy that rarely cried. Right now our game plan is spanking him when he throws a fit, not giving him anything when he whines for it, and making sure he is getting enough sleep. So far this isn't working. I am thinking it is new baby syndrome and am ready to get past it!
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