Ok, after I wrote the incredibly incriminating post yesterday regarding my vocal little son’s tendancy towards erratic temper tantrums, as of today he was the veritable picture of all that is good, sweet and precious with the world. There was nary a tear shed, a wail procured, nor a single stomp of the foot or enraged, “Mommy go away!” He was, in a word, perfect.
Hm. Maybe I should vent more often.
Thus begins the Jeckle and Hyde routine of childhood. The kicker is never knowing which one you’ll get on any given day!! 🙂