Boilin'

Ben is sleeping after a complete meltdown that dad didn't put him to sleep, instead it was me, chopliver. The tantrums have been intense-sometimes he turns red and screams cause he dropped his car and he can't reach it from his car seat; sometimes he freaks out when it's time to put his work away-especially cars, man is it hard to part with cars. Little guy has a temper and it has been hard to watch him fall apart at the seemingly smallest of things lately. In some ways it is a tiny bit funny to watch him go stiff as an ironing board and watch his head turn into a tomato. I guess I just dig deep down to find the patience to handle it as best as I can.

"Oh my goodness" is uttered at least 15 times a day lately, he loves saying it and doing the Home Alone hands on cheeks thing. Today I enjoyed watching him play football. It was funny and so terrible twos: He would throw me the ball and I was allowed to catch it. But if I held out my hands to catch while he was practicing the kick he was all, "no mommy, mine!" But if I should try to do anything else like read something I might be interested in that was completely unacceptable too. Oh Ben!!! Two days till your birthday, little guy!