There once was a boy named Duke. He was a gentle lad, narry a thing would faze the boy. Eager to help, happy to please. And then one day...POOF! He was gone!
That my friends is the little tale that is my life these days. Yes, my sweet, quiet, happy go lucky, did everything himself early, "Ok I will!" baby boy has decided that he would prefer to stick out his tongue, scream at the top of his lungs in defiance and flatly tell me "I'm not gonna do that!" And he's FOUR and A HALF. Not terrible two's, not tricky three's, all FOUR and A HALF years of I did it one time after Jack was born and this is what I finally get for it.
I daily chant "This too shall pass, this too shall pass." And have devoured (for the third time I believe) Dr. Kevin Leman's bestseller "Have a New Kid by Friday!" The main premise of which is "B does not happen until A is completed. Say it once and walk away." Except I finished it a four Friday's ago and A has not been completed yet.
It's a test of wills I tell you. At least with Jack, there was this constant desire for approval. (Gee wonder how that happens in a first born, pffffft!) If I got upset with that child, he couldn't last an hour without breaking down, apologizing and trying to make it better - even if it meant a full blown fit first.
With Duke, he's a simmerer (hmmmm, like maybe his father?) and after 17 years of marriage I haven't figured how to manage it with him.
Oh crap. It's gonna be a long year.