It’s a rainy Monday morning and I think both Jack and I are wary to start our week. Always ahead of the game, Jack has hit his terrible two’s already and Glenn and I are just trying to keep up. This weekend was full of timeouts and a lot of tears on Jack’s part (both sad and pure fury).
In the end though, I know it’s just a stage. He’s such a wonderfully sweet and loving little boy and he mostly just wants our attention. And cookies.
Until then, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim, swim.