Ethan, who is now 14 months old, suddenly thinks everything must go on his had. Every bag,plastic or otherwise, is now a hat or helmet. I am trying to decide how dangerous it really is for him to have a plastic bag on his head if I am sitting right there. One, because it is so damn amusing and two, when I take it away he screams like I have just pulled his bowels out his nose. He also gives a whole new meaning to tantrum. I have never seen anything like it. He screams and cries like he is in severe pain. Don't get me wrong, the twins had their fair share of tantrums (and still do), but nothing like this. I would say it is comical except that it really makes me nervous. Should I go ahead and put him in anger management classes now before he becomes one of those kids that blows up squirrels and ground hogs? Okay...maybe I am overstating just a tad. It is a little weird though. I hope to hell he grows out of this phase quick.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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