May 3, 2008

•    If this is the terrible two’s then I understand why people actually procreate.   It’s not nearly as bad as the mind numbing exhaustion, and incessant screaming that marked Jamie’s infanthood.   Of course everyone tells me that the terrible three’s make two year olds look like a mute cherub on ritalin.  I however, refuse to get pessimistic about it. After all, Jamie will be three around the same time we have an infant again which means we can kill two birds with one stone.  The crying infant will drown out the the whining three year old (or vice versa) and the mind numbing exhaustion will ensure a foggy type amnesia that will make the memories more precious than horrifying. 

     But D-day still seems very far off into the future and meanwhile, I will continue to enjoy every second smirking at Jamie when he’s not looking and smothering my laughter when I’m supposed to be disciplining him.    He has perfected the art of eye rolling and sighing which just looks way too adolescent on a 22 lb bundle of baby fat and curls.  He seems to be a rather social kid who really hates to play alone.  Thankfully he thinks washing dishes and mopping floors is more fun than Disneyland, and nobody has yet told him they’re mundane chores he’s supposed to despise.   I would be annoyed by the less than beneficial help I get from him (everything takes twice as long when he helps me), but I think it’s fair trade over having to play with blocks and legos all day long, and I’d much rather mop up the kitchen after doing the dishes with him than color for two hours.

     My sisters have been trying to convince me to straighten Jamie’s hair just to see what it would look like, but it seemed like way too much effort and work to tempt me, so yesterday Liz did the dirty deed herself while she was babysitting him.   She only got the top done before he started wiggling too much.

  The result was hysterical.          

                                            

  Jamie just got a hair cut last week otherwise it would have been way longer straightened.  yikes!

  As it was, he was terribly frustrated with the hair hanging down and he hated it so much he kept trying to tear his hair from his head.   Fortunately for him, it defied the laws of gravity and his hair sprang back to its normal curliness while he took his nap.

                                              

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