Oh, Guinness...

Two year old boys.

Throw it. Touch it. Smash it. Eat it. Cry about it. Fits, not listening, saying 'no'.

I have got to renew my patience. I need to use more encouraging words, and pick my battles. I need to TRAIN him to obey, and discipline him appropriately, and not just get mad.

I love that my replationship with each child is so special. Different kids, different needs, different special moments. When I roll over at 3 or 4 in the morning, he is lying in my bed, fast asleep. I don't know when he comes, I never hear or feel him. But when he is there with me I smile. I touch his palm, or gently squeeze his little toddler arms. I put my hand on his tummy, or his back, and feel his breath. I look at his face, and try to memorize it. (I've grown to love sleeping with my kids. If you cna't beat 'em, join 'em!. More on that another time, maybe)

For the next few days of holiday, I will try to have fun with Guinness HIS way, not my way, give him chances to practice being a good listener and obedient, and correct him when he doesn't .