When You Throw Fits...

I just have to remember that it's a phase. I feel like Mason's entered the "terrible twos" a little early. My mom tells me that for all 5 of us kids it was the odd years (1yr, 3yrs, 5yrs, etc) that were the most challenging. Who knows- but it does seem like last week he turned into a different child:

• He threw himself on the floor and had a fit at Home Depot when I wouldn't let him carry the window film box. After I snatched him up, he continued to yell loudly {which reverberated through the acoustic store} until we got to the register where he proceeded to act like nothing was wrong.
• He hit the Nanny purposefully one day last week. Another day, he hit my face and scratched the edge of my lip; it bled and looked like I had a cold sore for a day.
• He's been going after my knees, elbows, and fingers trying to bite down {so weird}.
• He got mad when I closed the door to go to the restroom once and went around the living room, kitchen, and sunroom pulling everything he could down and scattered toys everywhere. He even found a napkin and ripped it into shreds, leaving tiny pieces all over the living room.

We still have our sweet moments. And I'm going to relish every one of them because they're not as consistent as they used to be...

He cracks me up that he can't sit still when he drinks his milk. He has to walk around the house while he sips.
Oh and Sunday night I was finally able to get him to drink a couple of ounces from our funny-shaped Boon sippy cup. He'll sip a little from a regular cup, but he'll inevitably spill it all over himself. Baby steps.

And while it's rare that I can get him to stay still for a photo...

...he'll pose every once in a while and I crack up because I'm pretty certain he has a healthy self-confidence level. This child knows he's cute!