And Micah. Don't even get me started. Boy, God must have some major lessons to teach me through you. A lot of kids your age want to do everything by themselves. But not you. Nooooo, I must be the one to wash your hands, to take you potty, to pull up your underwear for you AND to pull up your pants. You want an easy life of no effort yourself. And when I try to make you do it yourself, WWIII breaks out in this house. Everything I ask you to do turns into a fight. I swear I am raising a teenager already. I'm thinking of writing my own book on the Strong-Willed Child, although it would have no solutions in it yet, because I have no idea what to do.
It's a good thing you two are so stinkin' cute that I just can't help but love you new each morning. And that with your gigantic mood swings, at least there are some sweet kisses in there and some great big bear hugs. And after the big screaming episodes, you still just want to be held and cuddled by your mommy. Mamma loves you more than words can express. But seriously.