"Tonkles' and a Two-Year Old

We survived Riley's tonsils and adenoids (I'm not sure how to spell that) being removed. Good heavens, what a day and night. Sarah told me that he would sleep all day because of the medicine so I put on pajamas and planned for a day of cuddling and watching Bob the Builder. Nope- I went to bed at 5 a.m. and we were back up at 6:30. He is so pitiful. I really think he is mad at me. I stocked up on every soft food I could think of from jello to popsicles to grits and eggs. Nothing sounds good when I offer it to him. I can ask if wants some jello. He says "no" then I can offer pudding and he'll start crying saying "I wanted jello" thus describes his behavior and how our entire day and night have gone. If I try to hand it to him he says "No, I want Daddy to hand it to me." I have come to the conclusion that he blames me for the pain and discomfort he feels, therefore all ill feelings are directed towards mom. Looking back I think I was grumpiest with my mom when I felt bad. She was always there for me through my grumpiness and whining. I always remember and appreciate that. To this day my mom is my very best friend. I think that's what mothers are there for...to hold hand, give hugs, put band-aids on scrapes and yes- to get yelled at when that popsicle isn't the right one.