One more thing...

Oh... and because of that little toddler mentioned below and a little newborn taking up all my time, blogging has been put on the back-burner lately. I am slowly starting to feel like I can do other things besides feed a baby and squeeze in a shower. I plan on putting some updated pictures on here soon!

I'm glad you're still reading my blog.... :)

Opposition

op·po·si·tion

[op-uh-zish-uhn]

–noun

the action of opposing, resisting, or combating.

Well, I thought I missed it. I thought my child was going to turn 3 years old this summer and fly right by the 'terrible two' stage.

I don't know if it's because Isaac is here now and Michael is no longer the center of attention or if it really is his age and he's hitting this 'terrible two' stage coincidentally at the same time his brother arrived. However, Michael has become quite the oppositional little man!

Exhibit A:

Yesterday when Michael was eating dinner. He asked me what to eat first. His choices were rice or roast beef. I said "How about eat a bite of your roast beef?". He looked at me and then proceeded to take a bite of rice instead. ha!

Exhibit B:

When taking of his shoes at night, I asked him to put them by his closet door. I took one and showed him how to do it. He then took the other one and threw it across the room. Not in a fit of rage. He did it just for the heck of it. Thanks, son!

It just seems like every day is opposite day with him! Sometimes it's comical and sometimes it's downright frustrating!

Don't get me wrong, Michael is just as sweet as ever. He loves his little brother so much! He's always wanting to give Isaac kisses and hugs. He loves to help hold his bottle when I feed him or tell me when he is crying. We still love playing together or meeting our friends for playdates. He will randomly say "I love you, Mommy" or "Mommy, you're pretty" and it just melts my heart...

But sometimes Mr. Bad Attitude takes over. There's some stomping feet and some shouting of "No!". Some whining and crying when things don't go his way. When I ask him why he made a bad choice, his reply is "...because Michael wanted to." (Yes, my child talks in the third person and I think it's just adorable!)

I can't complain that this is what I'm dealing with right now. It could be WAY worse. It's hard to not have such high expectations of a child when he is YOUR child. You know, I want him to be perfect! I want others to look at him and just praise his behavior! I basically want him to act like he's 28. I have to keep reminding myself that he is just two and a half! I have to give him room to breathe and not correct his every mistake! I have to let him be a BOY!