Beast is Better

Well, I actually had quite a pleasant day with Beast. I think he's over whatever shot-induced funk he was in last week.

He smiled and said, "mama, mama, mama" when I got him up.
He put my head on my shoulder for 5 seconds.
He let me change his diaper with only minimal screaming and body convulsions.
He ran around and pretty much didn't harass me at the park.
He played with blocks by himself for about 10 minutes.
He ate a decent dinner at Chick Fil-A without throwing his food around.
He let me put him in his pajamas without an emotional breakdown.
He went to bed happy.

Good day. Good day.