Sometimes it's difficult to pause and breath in all of the good that comes with being a mother. Sometimes it is really hard to see the point when your toddler is latched on to your leg yelling about the orange you just tried to peel for her but she wanted to peel it herself and reek havoc all over your kitchen for the 456,001st time. It's hard to remember that you love that little person and this melt down is just one of hundreds to come and it stems from her inability to communicate any way other than screaming, because, it what gets your attention, it is all she knows, it is her communication.
And then when it is all over she leans in and kisses me I suddenly remember why it is I am so lucky.
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Oh so precious. Hehe, we have come up with a name for our Max. When he gets a serious case of the I want its then he doesn't, then he does...ugh he drives me nuts but I've dubbed it 'yes/no head' Now he quits sooner, but gosh is it annoying.
I hate that too.
By the way, I noticed on your previous post someone posted in Portuguese?!? Do you speak Portuguese or was that some wierd unknown random post?
Carol I don't speak Portuguese but I was wondering what language that was.
Weird... I don't really speak Portuguese myself but George does so he looked at it and said it said something about how they liked your post and to check out their website...weird.
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