Now either the antibiotic works super fast or my kid is just bent on giving me high blood pressure but today, Bryce was hell on wheels. He would not stop getting an to things, jumping off of things, breaking things, trashing things...you get the gist. This morning I was near an emotional breakdown and found myself doing nothing but screaming at him the entire time. "Brycen, STOP!" "No, no Bryce!" "AAAAH! Bryce, why did you do that?!" So finally I had enough. I set down the dishes, walked away from the piles of toys that needed to be put away and calmly said "who wants to go to bootcamp?" Both of them jumped up and raised their hands...MEEEEE!!! So off we went, me doing breathing exercises the whole way there. When we got there we noticed that there was no instructor so all of us just stood around, staring at one another. Lisa (sweet friend) took over and did an amazing job. Now, just because he was out of the house did not mean he was over being a tyrant. Noooo. If he wasn't screaming to get out, he was crushing crackers, throwing wrappers, emptying water bottles, and raising and closing Eva's canopy - up/down, up/down. At one point I looked at her and you could almost see it on her face..."once I can get out of this thing, I'm kicking his @%S!!" Finally, bbc was over and I could let him out. I say "Bubba, mama will let you out but you MUST stay OUT of the water! Yes ma'am?" To which he sweetly says "yes, ma'am mama!" I bend down to put something beneath the stroller and look up to find him where?! In the water! Of course he's in the water in his only change of clothes and it's 60 degrees out! GRRRRR. Thankfully a friend of mine had an extra pair of pants that I could put on him and we got the heck out of dodge!
Later this afternoon as I was trying to recover from everything my son put me through, I was reminded of how sweet his heart is. I thought back to our doctors visit and how the nurse gave him his sucker and he frowned. I asked what was wrong and he said "un, for ky-yar?" He was asking if he could have another sucker to give to his sister even though she wasn't there. And he held on to that thing so proudly all the way home! Or when he sees me crying (because yes, he sees me cry), he'll come up and wrap his chubby arms around me and say "it's okay mama. no crying." So although there are days that I think, how am I going to manage this kid - God gently reminds me of what a wonderful little guy he truly is!
I love you squish! No matter what!
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