Month Thirty (Two and a Half!)

Dear Sam,
Yes, this is your mother writing. I know, you probably can't believe that I am actually doing this BEFORE your official two and half birthday. Don't fear, I will compensate by writing a less than stellar report of your life thus far. To be quite honest, you have been tiring me out lately. Because this week our house had a special visitor that we have not seen for about three years. This week was the (cue spooky music)  RETURN OF TERRIBLE TWOS!

Ahh, has it been that long since Abe frightened us with his hysterical screaming and body flinging and nonsensical ways? I suppose it has. Because when you performed the Mother of all Tantrums on Monday, it had your father and I questioning your emotional well-being and brain capacity. But, then I remembered we did the SAME thing with Abe! And, he turned out all right.

I have to say that you are a little different than Abe because you have a way worse temper and are way more stubborn. We are going to have lots of battles of wits. And it is no surprise, while we were trying the "cry it out" method on you when you were a baby, you were the same way. Stubborn.

But, of course, you are not all terrible and tantrums. You are sweet too. You give the best hugs ever, and a lot of times for no reason at all. You have become obsessed with books, and drag them around the house with you, flipping pages and talking to your self.

And now, it is time for the photo portion of this program. 

Doing what you do best. Move. A lot.

Playing with your guys.

You are sweet and precious in your holiday-themed pjs. Please let me put those on you when you are twelve.

 I hope you know that no matter how many tantrums you have, or toys that you throw at me, I will love you no matter what.

Love,
Mummy