Worst Part of the Day - My sweet 2.4 month old has decided to become a 2.4 year old. Sigh. Please let this be a short phase. He is ramming his little scooter into the furniture and the walls, "checking" (think hockey) his little brother so he falls, tossing his new "computer" to the floor, flinging yogurt all over the floor when I leave the kitchen for one minute, not wanting us to brush his teeth (when just two days ago he had noooo problem with it). It is trying my patience and my sanity.
Best Part of the Day - Probably putting the 2.4 year old to bed.
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