Fullhouse, yay, I'm glad you've got some peace and quiet now!
Ches, that's rubbish. I hope he sorts himself out soon.
I've been (fairly) quietly stewing about the visit to my Dad and Stepmum's ever since Monday. I say 'fairly' because I did have a good rant to my Mum about it yesterday, but other than that I've been quiet!
I just feel bad for Dylan because he's being pushed aside in favour of my Stepsister's ten month old son. They were there on Monday, even though my Dad said it would just be us and my Granny for lunch. My Stepbrother, his girlfriend and her five year old were there too, and their big golden retriever (who is actually lovely and quite well behaved, especially around the littlies). It was so busy and noisy and Dylan really doesn't deal with that sort of situation well. He was also quite upset, understandably, by the way he was given lots of attention until my Stepsister and her baby boy arrived, then he suddenly had to watch J getting all the attention, cuddles and toys. At one point he tried to throw a ball at J's head and everyone started shouting at him. He shouldn't have done that, but (and I'm not making excuses) it was small and hollow and made of a very thin plastic (like the balls you get in a ball pit) so it wasn't so dangerous that he needed to be scared by everybody suddenly yelling at him.
My Stepmum held J pretty much constantly. At lunch time DH, the boys and I were seated at one end of the table while my Stepsister and J were seated at the other end next to my Dad and Stepmum, so they spent the entire time chatting to him and making a fuss of him. I realise this sounds a bit petty but I'm trying to see it through my little boy's eyes. We haven't really spent much time round there while J has been there so I don't think Dylan is used to 'sharing' his grandparents, and it didn't help that the 'sharing' was pretty unequal.
Poor Dylan didn't get a nap all day and was so worn down and emotional by the end of the day that he couldn't even bear to let go of DH or me for long enough to put his shoes on
it was meant to be a lovely Christmassy day for him but it was all kind of spoilt by being largely ignored by his grandparents and shouted at every time he went anywhere near either of the babies!