One Year Anniversary of "Gotcha Day"

Man! What a day! Shiloh was all over the emotional board yesterday so I really didn't get to sit and reminisce too much about his Gotcha Day like I planned to. I didn't have time! My sweet and adorable son turned into a screaming, throw himself onto the floor, crying, little hellion! I actually looked at my child yesterday and was scared! Charles and I are discovering that behind those big brown eyes is a very determined and strong willed child.

Yesterday I had a few errands to do before leaving for my monthly Moms Night Out with my ladies that evening. We had to deliver cupcakes, tea, and wine to the church for the annual book sale. I wanted to go to the thrift store. I had to go to the bank. And so on, and so on. Well...we made our delivery and on our way to the thrift store the screaming started. I chalked it up to being hungry and needing a nap. We got some lunch and the screaming subsides. He falls asleep in the car on the way to the thrift store. I was almost home free, a whole shopping trip with him fast asleep in the stroller, when I saw it. Eyes opened! Then the his face contorted into a awful mess. Then, without fail, the screaming and crying returned! Yikes! I am faced with the decision of just leaving everything I had intended to purchase or fight through the ridiculous long lines at the thrift store. I decided to go ahead and tough it out. I got into the checkout line that I thought would be the quickest. Wrong!!! There was some sort of problem with a price or something. I was two customers back. Patiently waiting. And all the while I am holding my little precious, who is squirming in my arms like a fish out of water, and going limp like a noodle, screaming and crying to the top of his lungs! Of course everyone gave me a glare. I was really losing my patience! People kept looking at us and staring at me like I could somehow magically stop his crying. I spotted a line in the far corner that looked to be freeing up, so I made a mad dash. I got to the counter and the clerk and the customer were chit chatting and taking their sweet time moving it along. I mean come on! I still have a screaming kid wiggling in my arms and they are discussing the weather and Martha's hip replacement! Give me a break! Well I proceeded to place my items up on the counter trying to shoo the customer away, who mind you has already paid, so I could have my turn. Finally! I'm up and the clerk asks me how I am doing. Really?!?! It was like she didn't hear or see a fit throwing kid on my hip! I answered, "I'm a little stressed!" On our way home Shiloh calmed down and had another nap. The calm lasted until his Daddy got home. Shiloh woke from his nap to find his Daddy home. That made him very happy. Daddy is his best buddy you know. They played and hugged and hung out for a while. Then with a blink of an eye the bottom fell out. Charles put Shiloh down. Shiloh proceeded to throw himself down onto the floor and it started all over again. It was getting near time for me to leave and meet the girls. I kind of felt guilty leaving Charles with Shiloh in the mood he was in. He survived the night though. Thank goodness! I had a great time with my friends. I painted a plate to commemorate this years "Gotcha Day". Even though there are days like this I wouldn't change it for the world. Being Shiloh's mom is what I love! No matter what.