It's been a bipolar week; high highs, low lows :) The lows are mostly that I had to cancel the playgroup at my house because Owen is hurting the other children too much. I can't leave when it gets to be too much, and I think he is even feistier when he's in his own house. It really made me mad that his hair-pulling/aggression drove me that far. I keep wondering if it's gotten so bad because I've been trying too hard to stop it (but pray tell what else should one do...let other children get mauled?) or if he has some behavior disorder or what. VERY frustrating. He will not play for one second...he is only focused on hurting this particular group of kids in this setting; it's an association now. Of course, every other day this week he's been on decent--not perfect--behavior with other kids. But they are mostly kids older than he is. He really wants to victimize the weak of the world, which is just the trait I was hoping for in my son...and have no idea how to redirect right now :( I'm praying for wisdom and that it's a phase.

The rest of the week he's been a gem, and ever cuter. He's in his crib for a nap right now and I can hear him on the monitor happily shouting, 'Doo doo! Doo doo! Doo doo!' No idea if that means anything other than he's happy. Other loveable moments this week...the way his sticks his bum out and ooches backwards into my lap while holding a book and wanting me to read it to him...the way he rolls over in surrender giggling before I'm anywhere near him when I say, 'I'm gonna get you!' and make indications that I'm going to start tickling him...the way he babbles incessantly and provides audio accompaniment at every moment of the day except when he's sleeping (way more than other kids from what I can tell)...the way he just wants to cuddle, hug, kiss me after I get him out of his crib...the way he runs for the front door if he hears the wind rattle it saying , 'Dada! Dada! Dada!'...the way he signs 'please' and 'more' with big puppy dog eyes because he has finally learned that he'll get what he wants if he does that instead of whining...the way he says, 'Boo!' everytime he sees a pumpkin or jackolantern (yesterday in the grocery store he smiled big and said, 'Boo! Boo! Boo!' and I followed his eyes to see the pages from a coloring competition-three jackolanterns hung on the wall)...the times he is oh so proud of himself for being grown up-finding an airplane in the sky by himself, riding his car, using a spoon (he's very good at it I must say!). Ok, that was a good exercise to remember all the good Owen times. I've nearly forgotten about Owen the bully :)