Michael was in a decent mood when I picked him up yesterday. (And my mom had survived the day. Bonus!) He allowed me to put his shoes on and even got into his car seat without any problems. At a minimum, I could at least contain any tantrums to our house, instead of the entire township.
We got home early enough that Michael and I were able to go outside and play. We played some basketball, then baseball, climbed on the rocks and finally blew some bubbles. Michael is getting pretty decent at basket ball and baseball. It's nice to see him enjoying some physical activities outside of the pool.
We were finally chased inside by a swarm of gnats and I threw together a quick dinner. Michael insisted that he was not hungry, and based on his recent mood swings I decided not to push him on it. He played quietly in the living room while Andy and I ate.
As soon as Michael heard me push my chair back he called me to come sit with him in the living room. I picked up Larry and Hannah (Hannah is a stuffed Brachiosaurus that has become a close friend of Michael and Larry. It's sweet, but I keep saying Harry and Lannah instead of Larry and Hannah.), lifted Michael on my lap, and we cuddled for a half hour on the sofa.
I know Michael is moody and struggling right now. The tanturms are not fun. The night waking is not fun. But snuggling with him when he's feeling a little insecure feels abosolutely wonderful. I wish that part of being little could last forever.