My Doodle

I had to go and get my Doodle from Mommy and Daddy's last night. He just would not mind and had a major melt down. He didn't want to leave (he stays with them every weekend) but just would not listen to anything anyone said.

So. Hugh and I went and got him about 10:00. He cried and fought, but his mommy carried him to the car and put him in his booster seat. We told him if he could calm down that he could come back on Saturday afternoon.

We got two blocks from their apartment and he had quit crying, was talking coherently and by the time we got home, he was laughing, telling us stories and enjoying himself. I don't know what his problem was. He treasures his time with his parents. He really didn't want to come back home but just could not seem to get himself together enough to do what he had to do to stay there.

He didn't get to bed until about 10:30 which is waaaaaaay past his bedtime. But he did get up at 8 and came and climbed in bed with us to snuggle for a while. Then he had to have "real" pancakes (homemade) for breakfast. He was a delight all morning, running and playing, coloring, laughing. He dressed himself and was ready to go back to Mommy and Daddy's. We had a talk on the way back over there and he seemed to understand that respecting his parents is very important that being disobedient would get him sent back to Gigi's.

I don't like being used as a punishment, but somehow I don't think he sees it that way. He was too happy and content to be back home. My beautiful baby, the light of my life.