Battle of Wills

I finally see that Porter is my child. For those of you who don't know, I have a temper. When I was little I would throw temper tantrums and kick the wall and would have to be locked in my room. Well, my nine month old is following suit. Oh help us all. Up until now, he was a power sleeper and overall a very sweet boy. But man has his temper taken over. When he gets his way, he is perfectly content and relaxed as the picture to the left shows. For two nights straight I have put him to bed and he has cried for almost an hour at the top of his lungs as if someone is beating him. I am worried my neighbors are going to call. As you can see in this picture, I won the battle last night. After a long cry, my little boy finally gave in. However, I can't say little, at his checkup, he measured in at 31.5 inches (that is above the 98 percentile!) His weight is only 21 pounds. Which brings me to my other problem. He has decided not to eat. Everything I feed him is spit back onto me or fed to the dog. For any experienced mothers out there, I am open to any ideas about either of the two above problems. However, cross your fingers because Tom just put him down and he is out. Maybe this is only a phase. . .