And do you know what the means? A baby that showed off his "tricks" for two hours, rubbed his eyes (a clear sign of fatigue) and then REFUSED to sleep when I put him in his crib. He finally went to bed after my father held him for a half hour. When I came in the room to check on him, he turned his head.
Already, it's starting, folks.
I'm the mean mom that makes him go to bed. Abuelo is the great guy who plays.
PS - Thanks to everyone who reached out to me (via this vehicle and through my personal email) with concern. I'm feeling much better. One day at a time.
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My daughter is always rotten when relatives come to visit. She cries for my mom everytime I get near her. It is a free pass to get anything & everything she wants. :)
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