It comes as no surprise that sweet little Dylan is not the most gentle child, but he seems to be getting rougher.
Sometime it's cute -- his running-start kisses and strangulation hugs. This weekend he was playing with one of Kelsie's dolls and pretending to put it to sleep. He'd say "Baby go nap," and sing "Rock a baby .. rooooooccccck a baby," while holding the doll with both of his arms fully extended out in front of him. Then, out of nowhere he'd throw the baby onto the floor, run to yank it up by its head and start the process over again. I wish I had that one on camera -- pretty funny.
But other times it's not as cute. He hit Kelsie in the head with a toy this weekend hard enough to split the skin. And tonight he tried to bite her because she wasn't sharing the bath toy.
I'm hoping it's just a phase. And that Kelsie's patience lasts. After he hit her head (and after the ice pack, tears and time-out), she told him, "I forgive you, Dylan. I love you. You're my best brother."
In the meantime we're trying to find the trigger that sets him off (it's often Kelsie) and a discipline method that he responds to. Haven't found either yet.
Good thing he's cute.