Yeah, so I kinda fell of the wagon so to speak. Consistency seems to be an issue here. But whatever this is my world. Henry is now 25 months old. I swear I will be glad when we can ditch this month thing just say 2 or 2 and a half. Henry is a little boy. He has opinions about what he wears, eats, sees....ahhh everything. He can now tell me "I no like it" or "I love it". There seems to be no middle ground. He loves trucks, cars, balls and books. I took just one viewing of the movie "Cars" for the car thing to establish.
Henry says bless you when you sneeze and thank you when you give him something. These are the most basic things ever and they make me glow with pride. He is more than half my height and can eat as much as I do. His tantrums can send me to the brink of sanity and now I understand why people beat their kids. I lock myself in the bathroom to avoid getting that mad. I don't condone it but I get it.
Will I ever stop worrying about being a good parent?
I love you Henrybug.
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