We had quite a day today, in case you couldn't tell by my intro. I told my mom, if I get head butted in the face or karate chopped in the throat one more time, I really might lose my cool (all these actions occur when I'm carrying Harvey to safety/our destination and he goes ballistic in my arms trying to get down). Harvey is super independent right now, and he's quite confident he knows what's best. Mom, it's totally cool if I just run out in traffic. Other people's moms let them! (Insert karate chop to the throat). Geeze mom, I can run behind the swings when there are big kids swinging super high. I know they're not going to give me a concussion (or whatever you said)! (Insert back arching head but to the nose). And don't get me started on all the tantrums.
But then, there are so many cute little sweet moments that melt your heart and cause you to (temporarily) forget how emotionally unstable your child is. Diet coke and chocolate. That's how I'm self medicating. Totally healthy coping mechanism.
On a completely unrelated note, here are some photos of Harvey and his cousin Lorelai from this weekend.
Lorelai---Why you fink dey put us in da sun wike dis and den say "smile"? Is too sunny to smile.
Harv---Uhhhhhhhh, Worelwai? Why your parents gib you such a hard name to say? And, why your face look like dat?
Harv---Twy a face wike dis. Eeeeeeee!
Harvey---No! Wike dis! EEEEEEEEE!!
Harvey---Why is girwls so hard to wive wif?
After this photo shoot, I was spinning the kids around, making them real dizzy and putting them down and letting them fall over. Don't worry, I kept asking if that was some form of child abuse, and we all decided since they kept coming back for more, it was simply entertainment. After all that spinning, I was pretty dizzy myself so I laid down in the grass.
I fink she might be hurt!! Wets sit on hers!
Little rascals. I'm not sure either are showing signs of a future in medicine.