Saturday, April 11, 2015

Dylan in March 2015

Dearest D, I love you!  You are my absolute favorite boy and the best little cuddler in the world.  That being said, you've been a bit hard to handle this month!  I'd been warned about the "terrible three's" but I was kinda hoping we'd gotten it all out on the "two's!"  Luckily for all of us you can go from being a total monster to the world's sweetest boy, it's the only way we've all survived!

You tricked me by making me think you wanted to potty train.  We spent four solid days sitting on your little potty, and then you decided you were done with it.  
While you still aren't using the potty, you sure do think it's funny to talk about poop.  All. the. time.
You are constantly smacking your sister, I honestly think it's compulsive.  Makes me crazy!
You make up your own words and think you're pretty funny when use them.
You completely reject the idea of still being little, if I even mention it you immediately correct me by saying "no I'm already bigger, see" and then stand in front of me so I can see how big you are.
You can throw one mean tantrum and have been doing so a lot lately.
Right after throwing a fit you'll say "no, i'm nice now, see?" and then smile really big.
When asked the question where you live you respond with "the planet earth"
You had minor oral surgery this month, where they filled some cavities and clipped your tongue.  You were put under for it and it broke mom's heart, however, when you came to you were pretty funny.  The best was when I sat between you and Neko's car seats and you informed me that "mommy, your bum is waaaay toooo biiiig!" repeatedly.  The hardest part was trying to convince you to sit still until the anesthesia wore off.  The first time you got up you fell down and said "woooooah i'm reeeeeaaaaalllly diiiiiizzzzy!" and then stumbled all around the house for a few hours   
My favorite moment this month went like this "Mom, can I hold your hand?" 'Yeah bud'  Oh that's nice!  I like you!"  I like you too bud, I hope you always want to hold your mom's hand.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 


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