I was told in the early goings on, that you can't cross a bulldog and pit bull and get a poodle. I'm a farm girl (regardless of what my Dad would tell you), so I fully understood this. However, in the nature/nurture debate, I'm a nuture girl therefore in my world, nothing can't be overcome with love, consistency, and the ability to put yourself in your babies position, hence recitifying the problem. Doesn't that sound lovely? Naive? Well let me just say, I have revised my position on this, and my new position is ...you can't overcome nature, a pit bull is a pit bull. The end.
The change has been slow, gradual, almost unnoticeable. It started, with a little fussing about going into his high chair, a mild protest to let me know, that he knew that he had a choice in seating options. It got a little more pronounced one day when I put him into his car seat and he proceeded to climb out the other side. Then, just to show me who was boss, he stood up, arched his back, threw his head back and became stiff as a board when I tried to put him in his stroller at the mall, with my mom watching. Now to be fair, after I wrestled him down, he was fine, and I thought - Ha, ha! I won. Problem solved.
For now bath time has been restored to a peaceful, happy time, but now that I have seen the other side, I think it's time to admit, I'm scared, very, very scared.