Fingers and toes are crossed. Please, please, please, say it isn't so. Please don't let Zach morph into a "terrible two". Please!!! I don't think I can handle two freshies in this house.
This week, Zach was on the changing table and he said (direct quote with an emphatic, dictatorial voice): "Get me down. Nowa." I think that was his first real long sentence. And, unfortunately, it was a rather fresh command.
Yesterday, he didn't nap and was a complete bear by the late afternoon. He yelled, "cookies, cookies" at me to the point that his face was turning red and I thought he was going to fall over. It was a monster (not cookie monster funny) voice, and I was stunned. Talk about asserting himself.
Tonight, Gabe was being fresh and I brought him to his room (in the middle of our Friday night dance party). I came downstairs and Zach yelled at me, "No Gabe up nowa!"
These boys think that they are running the show over here at the Fredette House. And in a way, I think they are.... I'm just so tired and burnt out from J's work schedule. Lord, give me strength!
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