Through the looking glass...
How cute is THIS little mannie? Happy to be going on his first flight - Vancouver, 6 or 7 mo old.
So, now that he is a curly headed, talkative, expressive babbling BEASTIE of a toddler, I have learned some sobering truths.
The other night I was utterly frustrated with Nolan, who, when he is doing what HE wants, is a sunny dispositioned, sweet, smiling easygoing kind of guy. Now, when you try to get him to stop what he is doing to do what YOU think is best, his head spins, he projectile vomits pea soup, and it's all "Nonononono!" OK, maybe not the Exorcist exactly as described, more like a firmly set chin, and a cold gaze that says "There. Will. Be. No. Deviation. From. My. Plan." Even if that plan is to imminently dip Mike's toothbrush into the toilet.
Mike, viewing all this (except for the toilet incident, and no, he didn't succeed) said "You deserve it, you know."
Me, annoyed- "What?!?"
"He is EXACTLY LIKE YOU".
Moment of soul searching- and I realize- he's right!
Except that's it's OK for me to get my way all the time because I am always right.
1 Comments:
It all comes back to haunt you in the end, doesn't it ? I am reminded of cousin Sandy, at Jeff's 30th birthday party... watching Karen's son Louis... muttering "Well, God doesn't hit with a stick."
Mom brings up similar sentiments to me when Elise is having one of her manic Energizer-destructor bunny kind of days.
Keep up the good work.
Love, Sheila.
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