Poor Thing 2, he is cutting four teeth right now. He's been a tad cranky. Just a wee bit. Okay, a lot cranky. Actually, I can think of nothing that screams (literally SCREAMS) "I'M UNSTABLE!" more than a teething baby/toddler at Christmas.
Peace and Joy. Peace and Joy.
Notice how Thing 1 is totally enjoying himself- I sometimes think that he LIKES it when his little brother is naughty and he gets to wear the halo.
So what does an intelligent woman like myself do when the baby is teething and angry and doesn't want to sit with a stranger? Why I take him to a barbershop to get his first professional haircut! (Cut to me running around behind him with scissors and deciding to let someone else "handle it"). It worked out great too. Naturally.
I'm waiting for my Stellar Parent of 2011 award to arrive in the mail any day.
I love him so much that I even think he is precious when he is angry and howling.
P.S. Suckers don't taste so great with hair on them.
That is all.
Have a great weekend. That's an order.
Peace, Love and Screamy Meamies,