Monday, January 23, 2012


He's 3 going on 15 these days.  Defiance, determined independence, willful disobedience, and a little bit of manic preschooler moodiness thrown in for good measure makes for some frustrating times.  Sometimes I want to pull my hair out; other times it's all I can do not to burst out laughing at the cuteness of his defiant posturing coupled with a baby doll and temporary flower & heart tattoos.  He's working hard on his sneer, too.


Trudel said...

Heh heh - I used to look after a neighbourhood of kids when I was a teen and I always said the "terrible two's" are actually the "terrible three's". At least you have motherly love on your side!!

Anonymous said...

ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! You can laugh back at me in a couple years when Vickie does the same thing :)