If you had asked me two weeks ago how I felt about having two boys in the "terrible two's", I would have told you that I actually really like the age of 2. In fact the last 7 months have been some of my best times with the kids as far as "having it together". I don't know what occurred on that plane ride up to CO but both of my children have become extremely difficult to manage and I've been on my knees praying for guidance and feeling at a complete loss.
I know the pictures show joyous and beautiful moments, and there have been many wonderful moment up here. What they don't show is a mother who is feeling completely overwhelmed at the moment by her kids behavior "behind the scenes" of these photos. I'm used to manging the boys all by myself during long days of navigating our busy and complicated schedule but suddenly, even with the help of my family, I feel completely outnumbered. I wish Kenny were here and I miss him a lot, walking this new phase without him has been especially challenging. In fact, I'm not sure my family is going to invite us back anytime soon. Anyone have any advice on dealing with whining? I'm talking about extreme fall out on the floor, repeat the same request 500 times, nails on chalk board whining at the top of your lungs in Walmart, yes I was THAT Mom today.
To end on a positive note, when the boys and I were saying our bedtime prayers (in which I prayed in front of my kids for patience, consistency, and wisdom), Andrew started to spontaneously thank God for things. The boys like to pray and usually will repeat things they've heard me say before ("Thank you for Granny, Pa, Gammaw, Peepaw, etc"). But tonight Andrew starting thanking God for things totally on his own and it was precious. "Thank you Colorado, Thank you Ranch, Thank you Texas, Thank you Razor Rides, Thank you Gator Rides, Thank you Lunch, Thank you Eating, Thank you Tigers". Pretty sweet to see the things that Andrew recognizes as blessings at the precocious age of 2.5. Maybe, just Maybe, some things about God are beginning to stick in that wild head of his.
Every day begins with a walk. We've been doing about 3-5 miles throughout a day and it feels wonderful!