My oldest son will be 2 at the end of September. He is becoming impossible. He is just starting to throw tantrums, and scream and yell for what seems like all day long. When I know he just wants a reaction out of me I ignore him, which really ticks him off. Sometimes when he is yelling and thrashing about I just stare at him and wonder where on earth he came from. Who's side of the family contributed to his short little fuse and unbelievable lung capacity? I call him hurricane Anthony. He destroys the house in a whirlwind of flailing arms, and noise. Yesterday I caught him sticking peas in his ears. They fit perfectly in there! He spits out his drink on to the floor and plays in it. Generally drives me crazy. Demands I read him "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" 38 times in a row. But then on the other hand he is just so adorable! How can you not love this face? He is learning a ton of new words. He says "see ya!" which I find hilarious. He loves to read (I gladly ...
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