Some days...

Some days are crazy.  Some days are borderline boring.  Some days are infuriating.  And some are just downright fantastically fun.  Today, it was a little bit of everything.

This morning, I took my knucklehead to a splash ground to play with other kids.  We got there first.  He pushed the button and it started making little puddles, which he promptly stomped around in.  Because we were the first people there, the fountains took a little time to get going.  He didn't know what was coming.  He's obliviously stomping in the middle when, all of the sudden, eight fountains shoot up all around him, drenching him!  He sucked in a massive intake of air and froze.  Then began laughing, babbling, shouting, and running around like a delighted maniac.  He had a great time.  And I couldn't help but be amused with how much noise he was making.  But the moment the fountains shut off, so did his noise.  Then he'd push the button again and the happy squeals would ensue.

Getting him home afterwards was a little tricky.  He showed me the sign for all down at the splash ground.  And at first, I didn't believe him.  But we'd been there about an hour and he was getting goose bumps.  So I changed him into dry clothes and we headed for home.  (He had also started whining while at the splash ground shortly before we left.)  The drive home, he alternated between crying at the top of his lungs and trying to fall asleep.  I kept having to tickle him to keep him awake long enough to feed him once we got home.  All that did was make him scream more.  I tried singing and clapping.  But all he wanted to do was whine.  As soon as we got home, he was more than pleasant while he ate lunch.  Then he took a very good nap.

I got some work done around the house while he slept.  After he awoke, we went to run a few errands.  He's usually good as gold in public.  But today, for some weird reason, he decided to throw fits at random intervals for no apparent reason.  He didn't want to be held.  He didn't want to be put down.  He didn't want to hold my hand.  And he didn't want to stay with me.  Aarrgghh!!  The next moment, he would be flirting with people and blowing kisses, although nothing had changed.  

And now, he's in bed.  For the second time tonight.  We tried putting him to bed when he was acting very sleepy and falling down a lot (which is one of his typical signs.)  He decided to scream and cry in that heartbreaking way that makes you get him back up.  So we let him hang out with us for another half hour or so.  Then, I put him back to bed.  He screamed and cried for about 10 minutes.  He's since settled down.  But it's been almost an hour since I laid him down and he's still awake!  He seems content and not fussy, so I'll leave him.  And I trust he'll fall asleep eventually.  But I don't get him!