This is it. My little slice of the world to incessantly babble about my life, random musings and my two (and 1/2) beautiful boys. As if I needed another excuse to share with the world. And here we go....
Brennan, my fearless adventurer twenty one month old, has officially entered the terrible twos. It truly happened overnight and began with his flinging an entire bowl of chicken noodle soup, spoonful by spoonful, over my so beautifully clean kitchen floor. (Um - I didn't clean the kitchen floor - our amazing Julianna did - but it still hurt the same. ) And so began a series of "time outs" with our little boy, culminating in a really great time out at Friendly's where Brennan hid under the table and refused to come out. I had to drag him out from under the table, muttering to him under my breath, all the time struggling to keep these damn old navy low rise maternity pants from falling down all around my ankles thereby exposing my white granny maternity panties that go almost up to my chest.
The interesting thing about Brennan is that he always goes willingly into the time out. Truly takes his punishment like a little man. No complaining, no crying and no begging to be removed from the chair pushed into the corner. It is almost like, gasp!, he likes it. And that is enough to strike fear into the heart of every mom everywhere. Because if he likes time out - where do we go from here? Anyone? Anyone?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
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