I didn't take that picture, my husband did a few weeks ago; I believe Logan was crying because he wanted the camera, and there are several blurry shots of the carpet after this one, so i think he got what he wanted.
Today is turning out to be harder than I expected. Bradley got a job very suddenly, that starts at 5 a.m. each day, and our friend i still out of town, so we just haven't gone home yet. Wow, that was a lot of commas; please just ignoore my grammar for the rest of this post. So we're still in the city, and its raining, and we don't have a car, and little man desperately wants to play outside but of course all his raingear is 45 min away. So there have been tears today. Lots of them.
He tantrummed himself to exhaustion; I'm pecking this out one-handed while he sleeps on my chest. When I tried to put him to bed, he whimpered "I wanna hug", so hug we shall.
Before the tantrumming, there were many cries of "Mama build!". We brought his basket of 200wooden blocks with us, and they were a lifesaver for most of the morning, since he loves nothing more than stacking things up and knocking them over.
On a day like this, I need reminders that the "Terrible Twos" will end eventually. So please, share your toddler terror tales with me!
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