a nightmare.

he used to be my prize. my breath of fresh air. he was care free. he wore his heart on his sleeve. he always smiled and tried to please. he was perfection in a little boy. he was cute and smart and squishy and cuddly and ever-so-loving. oh, and he slept.

now, he is NOT.

it began when he turned two. like the flick of a light switch his behavior changed.

and then, we had a baby.

now, he is more like a monster. not cute like cookie monster or mysterious like the great loch ness. it is more like a bad movie. he flails and cries and rolls around on the ground ALL DAY. he has to be carried everywhere. he will not get dressed. he will not sleep. he will not eat anything i give to him. he throws everything. he hits, kicks, and tries to hurt everyone (esp. hanna, but will even go after an innocent bystander such as ada's play dates!) it truthfully is a nightmare.

i write this so that i can look back, once he is past this awful stage, and remember that this too shall pass. people grow and change with each day that passes. right now i am just counting the days.