Eightmonths. I only have to make it though another eight months…
That’s when, my youngest, my little lord tyrant (and I say that with love), will be three years old. Intellectually, I know that the terrible twos don’t magically end just because the calendar changes, but it’s a date I am currently clinging to like a life raft.
No, I don’t like it! (Photo credit: pand0ra23)
We had another dinner stand-off the other night. I was determined that my toddlerat least try the food on his plate. It was d...
Published on June 09, 2014 08:45