These past few days Maxwell has been...tiring. He has been playing too rough with Ella and acting defiant towards me. I know, he's two. But for the most part, my kids are good listeners. It's a weird thing for me when he looks at me and tells me NO. I'm finding myself frustrated and irritated. So today, I pray for patience. As I type that I'm flooded with images from Max that make me smile throughout the day. Like the ginormous smile I see on my boy's face when he runs in to show me he took his diaper off. Again. (Yes, this is super annoying, but his uncontrollable giggle at his cleverness gets me). Or the way he comes up to me and pats my back and while he says 'Awe, Mommy.' Or how even when he's playing rough with Ella, Maxwell adores his sister. You cannot be around him for more than two minutes without hearing him say, "Ella?" He says her name even when she's right next to him, just to be sure of her.
Mike comes home tomorrow night so I know big boy will love his 'guy time' with daddy. This morning I'm aware that I'm feeling short with him and I think this helps because now I'm making the effort to give him extra attention. My crazy little boy.
Looking forward to a girl's dinner with Claudette tonight. Having a night off from dinner and baths is a huge treat for me :) Thanks Gma J.