Normal

Normality has returned for Ollie. No bloody nose, just the extra mucus from his cold is still hanging around. His fighting of wiping his face is still present, even though he is trying to pull the mucus off his eyelashes. He fights tooth and nail to prevent a parental unit from cleaning mucus off him.

He's been going to bed earlier because of the cold and he is getting up in a little better mood. He still wants to be held an inordinate amount of time. This morning he stomped some of his Trix. So the bad moods and a bit of crabbiness are still present. He is back to his normal playing habits.



I think we've broken him of the table dancing. He still tries to get on top of everything and thinks it is the funniest thing in the world when he does. He knows he's doing something he shouldn't be and that produces a maniacal laugh from him. He doesn't think it is so funny when he gets his butt whipped for it. He'll keep testing us in different ways for the rest of our lives and we'll keep putting our foot down when necessary. Someday he'll get it and stop testing us, but that day isn't coming any time soon.