Alex... oh, Alex
The fourth cutest baby ever born is giving me a run for my money. As a mom of 4 in 5, I don't get bothered or frustrated easily. Well, that was until Alex. He's turning into "that" kid. You know which kid I'm talking about. Yup, that's my boy.
In the past week, he's ingested dishwasher soap, scrubbing bubbles, clorox greenworks, and possibly epoxy. He's fallen and hit his face, his head, hurt his arm. He's a hot mess. He hits, he cries, he throws himself on the ground when he doesn't get his way.
My parenting approach has changed with him. It needs to change again, because neither of us are really happy with the way things are going at this point.
What keeps me going is the amount of love that this child has. He's so loving. So happy. So. Freaking. Cute. I can't stand the adorableness. He's so sweet. He's smart. He's just a beautiful human.
He's so different from the others, but I love him just the same.
I love you, beautiful boy.
In the past week, he's ingested dishwasher soap, scrubbing bubbles, clorox greenworks, and possibly epoxy. He's fallen and hit his face, his head, hurt his arm. He's a hot mess. He hits, he cries, he throws himself on the ground when he doesn't get his way.
My parenting approach has changed with him. It needs to change again, because neither of us are really happy with the way things are going at this point.
What keeps me going is the amount of love that this child has. He's so loving. So happy. So. Freaking. Cute. I can't stand the adorableness. He's so sweet. He's smart. He's just a beautiful human.
He's so different from the others, but I love him just the same.
I love you, beautiful boy.
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