I need to blog, but I don't want to. I guess it's not that I don't want to, it's just that by the time I sit down to write, all of my mental energy and capacity has been used up for the day. Mr. Sylas is most definitely two. This past month, my patience has been tried like no other time in my life. Everything is "no," and I'm continually amazed at the range of emotions he can express in a three minute time span. Yesterday, my favorite teacher in high school stopped over for a visit, and she told me that her husband said the year their oldest was two was the worst year of his life. I wouldn't go that far...yet...but I can understand where he's coming from. By the end of the day, I'm ready to pull my hair out.
That being said, I do love the wonder and discovery that comes with this age. While on our walk today, Sylas was enraptured by a beautiful yellow butterfly, or as he would say, "bubber-guy."
It's the little things.