Things are still good- well- as good as they can be in the third trimester while parenting other kids. One of whom is smack in the middle of the insanity of toddlerhood.
It's the constant temper tantrums of
"I want that."
"How DARE you give that to me!!?"
"Noooo! Don't take it away!!!"
"Give it to me woman. Isn't it obvious I want that?"
"This again? Are you crazy?!"
I tell ya. There should be an insane asylum for toddlers where they could be dropped off right before age 2 and picked up when they are ready for kindergarten.
I'm pretty sure the only reason toddlers don't rule the world is because they can't reach door knobs well.
But I adore him. I do. Even after a 3 hour long tantrum last night he managed to calm down, eat dinner, and then melt my heart by kissing my belly to tell his baby brother "nigh nigh" and "I wuv baybee."
He's very much the two extremes. Most of the time he's this incredible helpful smart little guy who literally helps me around the house. And I don't me I guide him to show him what to do. I mean he literally makes things easier. He actually HELPS. He randomly runs off with something and I don't have to worry about it ending up in the toilet because he will put it exactly where it goes. How he knows where everything in our house goes is beyond me.
But when he does get upset? Watch out.
Is there truth to this red head myth? The verdict is still out but I'm thinking yes. So maybe the insane asylum should just be for red heads in general.
KIDDING!!!!!
Okay. I'll get around to some more meaningful updates soon. I have a bunch of almost finished post that just need a few final touches but I just haven't. Soon. I hope.
Here's a picture of my psycho toddler :) Love.
