Toddlerhood

We are entering toddlerhood in my little abode and its …loud. There is much yattering, much walking, and a whole lot of complaining. When Sir Callum doesn’t get what he wants, when he wants it, he launches into a crying fit where there is little you can do to console him and make the noise stop.
I’m not entirely sure how much of this is a result of him being sick over Christmas and carried around for a week, and how much of it is simply because he’s 15 months, knows what he wants but doesn’t yet know how to properly express himself. I understand how frustrating this must be for a little guy, but I also know that I’m in no position to carry him around like a prince and I also don’t think that will help him to develop a well-rounded and pleasant personality either.
In the last couple of days his moods have started to improve and there appear to be fewer temper tantrums. Or maybe I’m just getting used to them and better at ignoring them.
Then again, he sat screaming and attached to my leg for 15 minutes already this morning. Thankfully nature had the foresight to make ‘em cute, that way, you don’t kill ‘em.

I’m making him sound like a devil-child, and he’s really not. He’s just a toddler. A toddler getting over a nasty cold, dealing with one-year molars moving, and cutting other teeth too. He’s not himself, and I’m 7 months pregnant and not myself. We’re going grocery shopping today (which he loves, all the colors and people) and then Grandma’s house so that he starts to feel good about being there on his own without me again because come Thursday, that’s exactly what is going to happen. I was also toying with a walk on the beach just to get out and about and keep him entertained.