Santa, tantrums and fear

I thought Evan had this Santa thing figured out. A couple of weeks ago when the Toys R Us big toy book came out, I was looking at it online. Evan came and climbed up in my lap, and was looking with me. I stayed quiet, not really pointing anything out while I was getting ideas for Christmas. The first page he showed interest in was the Thomas page. "Mommy, I want TRAINS!" I told him I knew he wanted trains. Then he saw the train table on the page with the track all set up on it. "Mommy, I want TUNNELS!!!" I told him that maybe we would ask Santa to bring him tunnels for Christmas. This was the first mention of Santa. Then he saw the Imaginext dinosaurs. "MOMMY! I want DINOSAURS!!" Again, I told him we would ask Santa to bring him the dinosaurs. At this point, he jumped down from my lap, went into the kitchen, and told his daddy "I going to tell Santa I want trains, tunnels, and dinosaurs." Then he came back to the living room, grabbed his shoes and brought them to me so we could go RIGHT THEN. I thought for sure that he would forget all about it, but he is still telling me weeks later that he wants to ask Santa for trains, tunnels and dinosaurs.

Well tonite, i asked him what he wanted to eat. Dh is working, so it's just Evan and me. I don't cook a big meal when dh isn't here. I usually just throw something quick together for Evan. He didn't eat anything at all for lunch, so I knew he was hungry. He told me immedaitely he wanted "hot dogs and oranges". I told him we didn't have any oranges, and his reply??

"Let's ask Santa for oranges!!!"

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He has been absolutely impossible for the past couple of days. I dont know what is going on with him, but any time I ask him to do ANYTHING, he throws himself on the floor and cries. I try to pick him up, he goes limp. He's been an absolute pain. He won't stay in bed (once he does stay in bed, he goes straight to sleep). He doesn't want to nap. I THINK it's a new tooth turning him into such a brat, but I am not so sure how much I can take. Where has my sweet little boy gone???

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The baby has been really quiet today. I have found myself begging the baby to move more than once. I snuck upstairs and checked with the doppler, and of course the baby immediately started moving. I hate that pg has to be this way now. I hate that I can't just enjoy it fully. I hate that I am STILL terrified to buy anything. Thank God for the brilliant person who decided to make dopplers available to rent.