Halala Mama

Christmas had some shaky beginnings around here.  Grandma came for Christmas Eve and let Adam open a little gift early.

I don’t want this present! I want a different present.

Cue incessent howling, kicking perfectly good Cars present across the room, time outs, and super time outs in his room.

I don’t want this present! I want a different present.

Plus one for persistence. Minus 5000 for manners.

Thank goodness the next gift that mom brought for my ungrateful, unnapped three year old was a hit.  Apparently he expected everything to be a dump truck and the next box was one.  Success!

On Christmas morning, I woke Adam and asked, “Do you want to come see if Santa brought you anything?”  Evidently, the word “Santa” can cut through the deepest sleep.

Merry Christmas…. there’s a lot of ‘struction going on around here.

We made it all the way through Christmas morning mass without a major incident.  Christmas miracles DO happen.

Last week, when I picked up our babysitter, I apologized about the quantity of glitter on the passenger seat.

Sorry, preschool projects.  Everything has glitter.

Glitter is the herpes of the craft world, she replied.

I love our babysitter.

When I am at the end of my rope with a willfull three year old who generally is going 1000 mph and refusing to behave, I’m going to pull up this post and look at this picture again and again.

Thank you preschool for reminding me how sweet my boy is.