|The objects of my love and frustration.|
|Trying on Mommy's slippers.|
So you might ask, what triggered the most recent episode of doubting my job as a stay-at-home mom? I can easily sum it up with the question: Isn't it supposed to be Terrible Twos, not Awful Threes? Spencer is not quite three yet, but boy does he have what I like to call a "crankitude." Cranky + attitude = crankitude. I'd love to chalk up his bad behavior to not feeling well, but it's been going on longer than his sickness. I must be honest and recognize what we mothers hate to admit: my almost three-year-old is a bit of a monster!! He throws tantrums; he whines; he squeals at the top of his lungs; he stubbornly refuses to listen; he deliberately misbehaves; he tests every boundary ever set and then some. And that is all in the span of a morning. Try dealing with that every single day without becoming a frazzled mess.
I try to remain calm and handle his behavior reasonably, but I lose my temper a lot more than I'm proud to admit. I feel like my control is slipping and have done all I can to handle this stage, so if anyone has suggestions or just some kind words of encouragement, please send them my way!
|Urgent Care waiting room.|
|Finally going home after a long wait at Target for medicine.|
Between dealing with both of my crabby kids, we were still able to do a few projects. We decorated luminary bags for our Relay for Life weekend (more on that later) and did a quick letter X activity. We Xeroxed Spencer's hands. I then made it into the upper and lower case flashcard. Two letters left. Hip hip hooray!
More random pictures from the week:
|Waiting to play in the rain that never came.|
|Daddy made a fort/castle/tunnel/railroad on my heavenly Angie Wednesday Night that I cherish weekly.|
|Ash is a good sharer.|