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a weekend with nana

yes, that is, in fact, final four basketball on the tv in the background.
and yes, i am watching john instead. that's dedication!

recently, john has been pretty fixated on basketball. anytime he sees a basketball hoop in someone's driveway, he goes into a gleeful conniption, yelling "basketball!" excitedly. so imagine how overwhelmed with joy he was when nana (my husband's mother) bought him his very own basketball net!

nana was in town for the weekend, and john had an awesome time playing with (and being spoiled by) his "neena." we went to an easter egg hunt on saturday morning:
i think this goat is tickling john.
or maybe he's just tickled at the idea of a goat.
either way, love that smile.

we went to dinner with family, we played more basketball (and also pushed the mower around that nana bought for him), and we went to church on sunday:
grown boy in a bunny outfit.
and we generally had a wonderful time.

except.

i think the terrible twos have arrived ahead of schedule. john was one mini-tantrum after another, all weekend long. he doesn't cling to them, but there have been some doozies. the "best" was probably saturday night, after nana got him the basketball net. he played basketball for about an hour, and then i told him it was time to say night night to the basketball. and he fell out.

he screamed and kicked and yelled "basketball!" he cried and shrieked, "no!" finally his daddy picked him up to carry him back to his room, and john bit daddy hard on the shoulder - and didn't let go. needless to say daddy flipped him right over in his arms and issued a solid spanking.

that definitely got john's attention, and he slowly calmed down. eventually we got him to relax enough that john and i could sit in his rocking chair and snuggle and get ready for sleep. john started telling me all about his day, and it went something like this:

"nana basketball! daddy basketball nana! basketball mower daddy nana mommy! basketball! basketball!"

and then, there was a little hitch in his voice. he looked at me with tears brimming in his eyes, and he said, "bite daddy." (sniff)

i said, "yeah, you bit daddy. that wasn't good, baby."

he said, (sniff) "bit daddy. bit daddy. bite bit daddy. 'orry, daddy." (sniff) "'orry, daddy." (sniff)

so i guess he probably won't bite anymore. and he is learning to apologized for his actions, and so all in all, i'm very proud of him. i'm sure we've plenty more tantrums to go ... but we'll get through them and always end the day with snuggles and a list of reasons why we're proud of our little bug.


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