(Side note: this was the only item I bought while we were on the adoption waiting list. The "I was worth the wait" hat and onesie were in a funky container tucked behind a photo on my dresser for more than two years...)
Yesterday I was thinking I would write a post about Bug's second year and how he much he grew as a little guy
and how my patience shrunk and how much he learned and how he taught me so many things.
Instead Bug woke up in a mood similar to a troll that quickly escalated to screaming, crying, flailing and hitting and I thought...hmmm, if this is THREE I'm glad it's not a leap year. I'm not sure I could take 366 days of that mood. He calmed down (and so did I) and now we're ready for new adventures as we kick off a new year.
Poor kid...when I asked him how old he was he said, "three...but I want to be five or seven or thirteen."