I called Grandma to let her know that I was on my way. AJ wanted to speak to Grandma and IMMEDIATELY. Grandma and I started chatting about pack and plays, cribs, and other baby gear talk. All of a sudden. SMACK!!! What in the world? I looked around and thought maybe I hit something. That's when I felt the apple roll under my feet. I know he did NOT! I practically hung up on Grandma and pulled over. In my mind, I was telling myself "this behavior needs to be stopped." I told AJ never to throw anything and that we could have been hurt. AJ proceeds to cry. Once I got my point across, we headed to pick the baby up.
AJ tried to lighten the mood. I ignored all of it. When we returned home, I pulled out the dreaded green apple. I explained everything to him again. He cried. I asked him to say I'm sorry (which I knew he couldn't, but just wanted to communicate the concept) and to give me a kiss. He did it all and then turned his face so I could give him a kiss.
AJ thought he could get Baby TV. No way buddy...you don't get off that easy. After eating the weapon of choice (the apple) and dinner, we left the TV off and put the ornaments on the tree instead. What a great activity for an almost 3 year old. He thoroughly enjoyed himself. Aaron helped him get all the ornaments up even if there were two right next to each other. I thought about balancing them out. This morning I thought against it. Sometimes imperfection is still perfection.