What a difference a day makes. While we still feel bad about the anger we experienced yesterday toward Simon, he was (mostly) a doll today. In fact, bed time tonight was completely incident free. There were momentary issues getting teeth brushed, but it wasn't a big deal.
All things considered, he adapted at every turn. In the morning, we watched Wimbledon, which is definitely weird for him because we almost never watch TV when he's awake, unless it's some PBS kids show. He cheered when the crowd cheered, and when the crowd "oh'd" at replay challenges, he said, "Ooooooh no!" It was pretty cute.
He was also mostly stuck inside today, because with it being 97 and humid, we certainly had no desire to be out there. He went into the back yard to play in his plastic house a bit, but I don't think he cared much for it either. So we played inside, and he even helped me clean up his blocks.
To get out of the house, we went to dinner at the Lizard, and we made him wait for food, without bringing much for him beyond some pear slices and string cheese. He protested a little, but he hung in there, and even ate the restaurant food (we tried pizza this time).
In the afternoon, leading up to nap time, he "play napped" in our bed by crawling under the covers. He insisted Diana joined us, and when he got comfortable, he put his hands behind his head. It was ridiculously adorable. It was around that time that he also very clearly said "soap" and "drawer," which is always a relief because his vocabulary is so behind.
Today made me remember that he's a remarkable little boy, and he's not trying to intentionally be a dick. He's just being 2. Even the most simple days can be pretty special.