Every day, it becomes a little more painfully obvious: we are getting further from sweet, chubby, angelic age one and, step by terrifying step, approaching the dreaded two.
I’ll let little Mr. Mood Swing share a few recent examples from this emotional journey:
Being offered a piece of donut, homemade (and so delicious!) by his Grandpa Brown:
I have no freakin’ clue what this one was about:
What, you think it’s funny to interrupt me while I read?
Must . . . not . . . smile . . .
Thank goodness his completely unpredictable mood pendulum swings both ways. I hate to say it, but let’s be honest: this kid is not a pretty crier.
I’ll give him this—it’s never boring around here. And if, for some reason, it ever is, just wait about 5 seconds until his next mood swing hits . . . it’ll sure get interesting quickly.