Now It's All About: Hitting, Kicking, Throwing

This morning it's business as usual. Wake up 7:30, downstairs, coffee, juice. This is the routine. It's what we do every morning. Then I open the dishwasher to put something in and it's always a struggle with fritz. He likes to, of course, grab at some big knife and swing it around his head or something, but this morning he grabs a glass. He takes off in the other direction with it and hurls it in the air. Smash! Me: Nooooooo! Him: Haahahhaha. Then there is the hitting. Why hitting? Why not hugging or kissing? And let me tell you what really sucks, the yelling. I just don't know what else to do. You take their little arms in your hands and kneel down to their level and firmly say, No. Let go and he's right back at it, hitting throwing or kicking (they are interchangeable). Honestly I'm at a loss for how to handle it? Anyone else? What's your method? I suppose this is it. Let the discipline begin. Am I going to be good at this? I can hardly discipline myself. Yikes. Im scared.

But in better news...we're back on schedule with the sleeping...holler-luja! I thought it was never going to end. The screaming has subsided and he's back to sleeping through the night. Ahhhhhhh. Relief...Sorta.