Toddlers are awesome & so freaking hard all at once. In the last couple of weeks, Mason has become completely unruly. I feel at a total loss as to what to do with him. He's throwing crazy tantrums (non-stop!). Mason is testing me and Dada's patience constantly. but all at the same time he is picking up so many new things, becoming this hilarious mini person & surprising me every second with this strong little emerging personality.
A few days ago, Nino offered Mason to use his Ipad while we are busy with Max, after awhile Dada ask Mason to give back the Ipad since its kinda late, Mason freaked out when he was asked to sleep and give the Ipad back to him, Obviously, this resulted in thrashing & crying on the floor. sometimes I have to turn away & count to ten to keep from throwing myself on the floor & crying & kicking & screaming alongside him. sometimes i wonder how the heck this sweet little guy can make me so dang frustrated one second & then turn around & melt my heart with his innocence & sincerity the next.
I feel like with every age & stage the polarity between the good times & the bad times gets greater, like he's more challenging than ever but he's also more fun than ever. does that just continue on forever? i don't know if my heart can handle that amount of love & stress.
someday we'll be trying to figure out what to do when he stays out past curfew or skips school. or maybe he'll talk back to a teacher or get caught cheating on an assignment. but i'm pretty sure he'll still find ways to amaze us & make us more proud than we thought possible.
until then, i'll just enjoy the days of oatmeal in my hair & timeouts. seems easy enough.
