Argh.
He behaved nicely enough at the late-afternoon playdate that we attended, but then we came home. And Mr. Hyde showed up to relieve Dr. Jekyll.
Wildmanwildmanwildmanwildmanwildmanwildmanwildmanwildmanwildmanwildman.
How can I love him so much, yet get so frustrated by him? How can I marvel at how smart he is (like when he effortlessly puts a 48-piece puzzle together all by himself) and then feel like beating my head up against the wall when he refuses to put it away? Is this still the Terrible Twos, or is this a preview of the Terrible Threes?
Argh!
Luckily, he is still very cute. And he still loves to hug and kiss me. Hugs and kisses go a long way. Yes, I'm a sucker.
William and his daddy, all dressed up for church on Sunday:
William and his mama, after school today, in a rare uncrazy moment:
3 comments:
The Critter is just starting to pitch fits and he's GOOD at it! During last night's unholy thrashing about and crying it was clear that he had forgotten what he was upset about - he just needed to keep being upset. He was really tired, too - no sounds at all when we closed his bedroom door! Whew! How long does this last?
Ummmm, I'll let you know when my almost-three-year-old stops having the odd hissy fit.
Moma Judi says 'This is just a 'stage' and it too shall pass!' No kidding, raising children requires lots of patience and having kids run around outside until they are tired, tired, tired!
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