What a difference a year has made for my little man...and our ability to survive one another. I am not even quite sure how to explain this one. The most lovable, kindest, sweetest kid one minute (especially to everyone else) and then the most challenging, not listening, make you bang your head against a wall kind of kid the next (especially to those he loves most).
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| so proud to have his white belt |
(Blog interrupted to scream after I corrected him for the 1,000,000th time for breaking a toy that does not belong to him by throwing him across the room, an action for which he is corrected 100 times a day)
When I started this blog, yesterday, I had warm glowing things to say. But now.... This is how my life goes with this one.
This one. The one to whom I began yelling. The one to whom I began spanking. The one who has overcome every baby proof item known to man. The one who has been saved by his guardian angel from near death 3 times. That smile. That smile keeps this child's heart beating.
This one, now 4, displays his every little emotion out loud. And then, he hugs me with his strong little arms and tells me he loves me.
He is excelling in the preschool environment right now. His teachers ADORE him. Even when I drop him off with a big fat question mark of (not) knowing what kind of child I am leaving with them...they adore him. He is thriving in a very structured environment.
I am grateful that God has given me this boy to experience raising an XY. He truly makes life more adventurous...and I will just leave it at that, for now.
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