the day I realized the next two years with L will be an exercise in patience, consistency, and trying not to crack up at inappropriate times.
Wednesday. Tantrums start before breakfast.
Time to get your shoes on, L.
Runs away. I act stern. Happens again. Threats. Runs again. Only 8:45.
All morning: Nooo! and But but but but but?
Naptime. More fun to crap in the diaper. Fills his bed with trucks. Then blocks. Me: I do NOT want you to get out of bed again. Confiscate the toys (Hey, Mumma! You?re taking away all my stuff!).
3:00 p.m. In his bed. Footy jams. Pacifier. Shit-eating grin. Blocks all over the bed.
I’m building a house, Mumma. For Dada. And you. And me. And…I’m awake.