Baby Boy

Owen got angry at me this morning. Usually it's Bridget. Owen being mad at me is pretty rare.

He stutters a lot and takes a long time to say things even when he's not stuttering. I guess it frustrates him more than I knew. This morning he started to ask me something and I knew what he was saying so I answered without waiting for him to finish. Wrong choice.

He got pissed. His little face scrunched up and he told me he wasn't done talking. I apologized. We went downstairs and he sat on the couch, arms folded around himself, face all angry. I hugged him and told him I loved him but got no response. Then while I was in the kitchen he built a baricade out of toys so I couldn't get in the room.

When I asked him what he wanted for breakfast he didn't answer, but silently brought me cantaloupe to cut up and juice to drink.

He's ok now. Anger doesn't last long with five year olds. At least not this one.

I'll try and be more careful. I know it annoys him and I'm usually patient with him talking. It frustrates him that with Bridget around he doesn't get to speak a lot and when he does, most people are waiting for him to finish, poor little boy.