Jack, oh Jack. He is quite the character. While we mostly got through year two without many issues, year three has been ... eventful. The boy wears his emotions on his sleeve, and fluctuates between happy and sad faster than a speeding bullet.
And the 'tude! Jeez. It is apparent we have one of these bad boys in the house:
Jack is quick to laugh, loves playing and snuggling, and is all about doing, doing, doing whatever pops into that bright little mind of his. Most of the time, he is just too dang cute!
He is also quick to cry, scream, and show his displeasure. Sigh.
I've kept a mental tally of the things that have brought our little Tank to the brink of despair (or anger depending):
- Jason wouldn't let him play with his (Jason's) iPad
- I gave him a banana after he asked for it
- I picked him up
- I put him down
- I didn't do what he wanted (although he failed to tell me what that was) fast enough
- I am not a mind reader
- I closed the door so I could go to the bathroom in peace
- I corrected him when he said there were 9 crayons in the box. There were only 8.
- I wouldn't let him rip up his brothers' homework
- Isaac stopped him from kicking Isaac in the head
- I said, "No."
- He couldn't go outside during the 40 mile per hour winds
- The cat ran away from him
- His brother got too close to his toy
That's just the few I can remember! lol. Fortunately (I think it's a fortunate thing.) the fits are quick to end once he loses his audience.
It's been kind of crazy, and we aren't even a whole month into this year yet. I'm not sure we'll make it through the next eleven at this rate!