September 6, 2013

This morning you had a level 5 tantrum while dropping Aria off at school.  You wanted to stay and play with the toys and unfortunately that can't happen quite yet so it turned ugly quick.  There was yelling and screaming and you in a football hold and me walking briskly to the car.  Once in the car, you cried for a good 5 minutes until you were calm enough for me to explain the concept of "school toys".

When we got home, you needed a few more hugs than usual (crying is mentally exhausting) and at one point, you pinched my cheeks and said "I. love. you" and then immediately kissed me on each of my cheeks.  I am writing this postmortem because clearly I died from that level of cuteness.

You are my sonshine every single day and I can not verbalize how much I love you.

BUT.

Then you went into your room and started to play with your "action figures" so I decided to load the dishwasher.  In the let's say 10 minutes that it took me to unload and load the dishwasher, this happened:

Yes all you wear is underpants.  It was hot and I try to wait till 2 to turn the air on. And yes, you need another haircut.  

But with your precious little face smiling and you saying "Look Mommy I colored blue on my tummy" (and yes it is full sentences all the time these days at 2 1/2), I just kissed your little face and gave you a quick bath.

But look at that face.  How can you be mad at that little face?