For those who may not know (which is just 3 of you right now (thanks for taking a chance with my blog new friends!)), I have a four-year old son. He's an amazing kid and for the first two years of his life, I was almost certain that I had mommyhood completely under control. I got so many compliments about how well behaved he was that yes, I admit, my head was beginning to balloon. Then, the unthinkable happened- he turned 3. My sweet boy was no more. Sure, he had his moments, but by and large, it was a nightmare of a year. Most days, I was just happy to make it to bed time with everyone still living. If there was such a thing as preschool boarding school, I would have shipped him off.
He's four now and I'm happy to report that he's nearly back to his two-year-old delightfulness. Nearly. Some days he has split personalities and sometimes those days turn into a week. And that has been my life these last two weeks. I was considering boarding school again.
Then, last night, we fell asleep holding hands.
And I think I can carry on for at least another year or so.
And just so it doesn't seem that I'm playing favorites, I also have a nineteen-month little girl. She is currently learning to be a diva. O yes, she already knows how to throw a good ol' fashioned tantrum. Luckily, they don't happen all too often. She does like to play dress up. Check out this recent ensemble:
Also, she steals my shoes.
I love them too much.