Month 25 - They're Not Lying

This is probably going to be a quick letter which I'm sure you're probably grateful for if you are reading all of these letters at once. It's no secret I can be long winded at times, moreso when I write than when I talk for the most part. It's eleven at night and everyone else is asleep but because I no longer have any idea what day of the week it is, let alone the date, this was almost late and I can't have that.


Yeah, so when someone coined the term "terrible twos" they weren't lying. You drag me through hell and back daily. You are testing your limits, and mine. Your favorite thing to do now is pretty much the opposite of what I ask. If I ask you to pick up your blocks you say no. I say ok, then I'm going to take them away, do you want me to take them away? Yes. Ok, I'm taking them away unless you pick them up, will you pick them up? No. Do you want to go to time out? Yes. Then if you get really mad at something I am telling you, you simply close your eyes. Argh that drives me crazy. It is my own fault though, my famous defense mechanism for dealing with people/situations I don't want to deal with is to pretend that person/situation doesn't exist. Just ask anyone who has ever been on my bad side.


It's hard being home, and definitely a big adjustment but there are definitely pluses. The other day you mentioned Mitch and McKayle and Carter. I asked you if you missed going to Carter's house and you told me you did. I hesitated to ask the next question because I was nervous for the answer but when I asked if you wanted me to go back to work so you could go to Carter's house you said no. Whew, dodged that bullet. And I still get all warm and fuzzy when I think of your quick answer that shows you still like me even after being stuck home with me for almost two months. I also love the end of the day when your dad gets ready to put you to bed and you come up to me and say "Goodnight mom, take good care of Baby Tess." I melt all over and remember how sweet of a kid you really are... You have been such a good helper and as patient as can be expected for a two year old whose world has been severely rocked over the last 6 months or so. You are the funniest kid and can always say something that makes us laugh, and a lot of the time I really need it.


Oh and that scar on your chin, you got that in the last month. In your own words when someone asks you how it happened you say, "Slipped in the tub getting the soap." Yep, you did. I tried to hurry and get you in and out of the tub before your dad got home one night and you slipped and hit your chin on the side of the tub at the same time biting your tongue on both sides. There was blood coming from your chin and your mouth and you were screaming and Tess was screaming and I was freaking on the inside but telling you that it was ok and you were fine and oh, hey, look at that cute duck on the towel I was using to put pressure on your gushing wound. Turns out you were screaming because of the pain at first but then only because you wanted to get back in the water and here your stupid mom was holding you and rocking you. Never a dull moment around here, not even at 11 at night.


Love you kiddo,
Mom

Your very first 4-wheeler helmet!