Vicarious Rocky

I want to let everyone know that Menstruating women do not have the corner on "moody."

Indy does this thing where he moseys along all in life soaking everything in and being passive and agreeable and quiet and then BAM everything clicks and he gets hungry and smart and lurches forward mentally and physically. And during said lurch, he is a moody little bastard. He is "the girl with the little curl" incarnate: "Very very good" and then, well, I'd say "less than good," but when I am not ready for it I might agree with the rhyme and say he is "horrid."

This morning it started with a refusal to turn off the computer to get dressed. Then the refusal to get dressed. Then an insistence to undress himself followed by a tantrum about how he "Can't" undress himself. From there each article of clothing removed and put on by himself or his mother was a whine-worthy or tear-worthy event. Once dressed, his grumpiness persisted even though his Dad loved him up and made him giggle while putting him in the car (Thank You, DAD!). Two crackers and a 10 minute silent car ride to school later and my lovely child was back. And, yes, he was hungry, but did have 30 minutes in front of breakfast before this episode.

We literally skipped into school and he was all smiles and hugs saying goodbye. Yeesh.