It seems utterly crazy to me that my 5 month old cries considerably less than my almost 4 year old and 2 year old. D and K just love bothering each other. Sometimes I get scared as I realize I have a house of boys- their energy level and way of "dealing" with a situation is much different than how I grew up with my sister. I can only remember a few times of being aggressive with my sister, for which we were thoroughly punished. But these boys- wow- already pushing each other in the face, laying on one another and so forth. Brett and I always talk about the quote someone said that having a three year is like using the blender without the top. I would agree, especially when that three year old is a boy.
But the whole point of this blog entry was were playing on the floor, the boys were having trouble playing and fussing a lot. Dawson looks at me and says with much frustration and anger, "Mommy, this is a difficult day!" I asked him why- Jeremie (our house guy) would only give him one popsicle this morning and I took away the Blue Lightning that the boys were fighting over. Man, what a tough day! If only my difficult days could be so "difficult"!
I promise all posts won't just be quotes from the boys. I'll say something else, sometime.
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