Yes, yes...I know I posted yesterday about diverting somewhat from my motherly posts, but today is a new day & yes, believe it or not, I am back to mothering.
Back to the tadpole that is Zack. He is a pistol & that is as nice a way I can say it. The other not-so-nice way involves a 4-letter word as in, he's been a little...you choose your expression of choice, but I have to avoid some as they will be repeated by the offending tadpole.
For those of you who know me well, I am sure this post is quite humorous as I was obviously a huge pistol in my day (or still am...you decide). And there is a part of me that sees it as humorous, but this combined with heat makes it not so funny. I can't even send him outdoors to exhaust some of his unending supply of energy!
The fit throwing is becoming quite the art form, but for the record, he still hasn't surpassed his mama's fit throwing skills! I am waiting for the day that he hurls himself into the air and lands up & down on his knees -- until then, I'm still the queen & will tolerate his valid, but lackluster attempts at throwing a fit & will choose to focus on moments like this:
He thought he was the man of the hour in this get up -- oh wait, he always thinks he's the man of the hour...
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Just wait, his tadpole skills will just get better with time.
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