cranky kid

After a morning of Dennis-directed play, I loaded him up in the car to go and rescue David from work (he'd locked his keys in his car). As soon as we left the driveway he fell asleep! He spent the morning watching me bake pear cakes and chocolate oatmeal cookies to send with Gran and Pop on their trip, and he was TIRED after all that complaining about the stand mixer. I don't think he's afraid of it anymore, though, and that's progress. We all went to Gran's and Pop's place to help them get ready for the trip, and Dennis took a long nap there. When he woke two hours later, he wanted to run and play and give Gran lots of hugs and kisses, none of which was possible. Gran's and Pop's place has a load of Uncle Denny's electronic stuff spread all around, not suitable for toddler play, and Gran has a cold and is herself not suitable for hugs and kisses at the moment. Dennis was miserable, so we took him home where he complained and tried our patience for the hours until bedtime. Sometimes it's a good thing he's so cute. As irritated as I might be, one little hug and a "Hey, Mommy" in his sweet toddler voice accompanied by a big smile changes my mood instantly to a happy one. He's a little darling, for sure.