Holy Terrible Two's

What fun to be welcomed home by a two year old who now only wants to converse with his dad. I guess the one on one bonding time was a huge success! "No mom, I want dad to...(fill in the blank)". I am sure he is equally as happy to have me home as he received six (so far - its only 3:30) disciplines today. At midnight last night I decided we needed to really get consistent with this obedience thing. This was as I got kicked in the head by a two year old foot for the 50th time. No more napping in "our" bed, no more sleeping in "our" bed, and no more saying "NO! mom!" We have been marching to the beat of our two year old dictators drum and I am exhausted. It is funny how I have been slowing handing over power to him and didn't even realize it until it is totally out of control. I have girded myself with a refresher of chapter 15, Shepherding a Child's Heart and the bible and am currently adding Instructing Your Child's Heart to my arsenal. Wish us well, better yet put us on your semi-permanent prayer list, say 16more years.

Not to completely paint a bad picture of my little sweetie, he is still moms protector as he gave me a huge hug last night and said "Aiden take care of my mom".

Back From Montana

Nolen and I flew to Billing, MT for a four day weekend. He was of course awesome on the plane (on the way out). Just wanted to smile and talk to anyone who would look his way. In Billings he met his great aunts and uncles, second cousins, grandparents, and great-grandparents. He loved everyone. We looked at the horses and chickens at grandma and grandpa sandes house, but the gravel driveway was apparently more captivating as that was all he was interested in looking at! Day three of our trip he developed a fever and kept it up until we got home. I was pretty worried as most moms are when a little one isnt feeling well. He fussed and couldnt be comforted all the way home. He definately wasnt feeling well since he has been nothing but pleased his entire short life. (Right now he is back to himself - blowing a mass of spit bubbles and cooing to get my attention as I write this).

It was a bitter sweet trip as we spread my grandmas ashes. She is one of my favorite people and I still cant believe she is gone. At least twice a week I think of picking up the phone and calling her or writing a letter and I remember she isnt here anymore. But having all her family together this weekend just clarified what an amazing lady she was and what an incredible legacy she left us.