The joys of being two

I am pretty sure the moment that Max turned two, he was filled with extra energy, more tantrums, and faster legs.

No, you don't agree.
Oh! Yes, it is just the terrible twos. On STEROIDS!

This boy is moving at the speed of light from the moment he wakes to the moment he falls asleep.  I am tired. I could use like a 15 minute break in the day. You know, just to breath and think and sit and breath. I know that I will soon miss this and I will look back and say how much I should have enjoyed that time. SO, I am. I am enjoying it. Exhausted, though.

I was sick last week and that was like the worst thing EVER. It doesn't matter if I feel like my head is about to pop off, this child still needs his mommy to race like McQueen. The sacrifices we make as a mother.

But as I was running with him, I sneezed. He stopped dead in his tracks and said, God bless you momma! Totally worth the pain I was in.

So while I watch him throw a fit because he can't have the sucker that he found in my purse because it is 8 a.m. I say a silent prayer that I discipline the correct way. I am not only raising a boy into a man, I am raising a boy to love Jesus and I have to lead by example.

So instead of screaming, Max I said NO! Which is what I want to do. I take a deep breath, get at his level and explain that we can't have dessert like treats this early but maybe after dinner he can have it. He looks at me with a tear falling slowly and very dramatically says, OKAY, Momma!

Sometimes we have to put in that little extra even when we don't want to. And guess what, he didn't forget about that darn sucker. He had it after dinner.

So I will leave you with these pictures.

I have to go tell this two year old that he can not sleep outside tonight. Wish me luck.