Dear Santa...

For Christmas this year we would like you to give us warm temperatures, no wind, no ice, no snow, none of it!!!! It seems that the weather forecast is not looking very good for this holiday season. Our plans to travel to Milford to spend time with Grandma's, Grandpa's, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins may come to an abrupt stop. We hope the weather can hold off but at this point it's not looking like it.

I've been looking forward to the holiday celebrations this year as the boys are older. Last year Caleb was just a little squirt not evening sitting up yet and this year he's a independent, adorable almost 18 month old!!!!

If someone were to ask me what I really want for Christmas, the answer would be PATIENCE. I'm in dire need of it. The terrible two's have hit full force in our house.

Picture this...

Pulling into the garage at about 5:25 pm. I gather my purse, diaper bag, whatever else I need to take into the house. I open the door and grab Caleb. I then come around to the other side and open Isaac's door. I see that he's kicked his shoes off, is attempting to pull his socks off and his hat and mittens are somewhere in the van. SOOO I take Caleb in the house, set my stuff down, but I have to go shut the bathroom doors and turn lights on before I can attempt to go back into the garage to get Isaac. I get Isaac unbuckled and NOOOOO he doesn't want to be carried, but NOOOOOO he doesn't want his shoes on either. I carry him into the house kicking and yelling. He then WANTS BARNEY! I turn Barney on so I can heat up supper and low and behold it's not the right BARNEY! Do I have any clue which Barney he is referring to, nope!!!! So I let him throw his little tantrum and continue on with supper. Caleb is up and ready to eat trying to get in his booster. He waits patiently for his food to be served. I tell Mr. Isaac supper is ready. Nooooo he doesn't want supper. In most instances he has no clue what is even on his plate. He refuses to eat, literally, he screams, yells, kicks, if I do manage to get him to the table he ends up throwing it and then he wants a SNACK. Yep this is what I deal with over and over and over and over. Are the terrible two's over yet????

Okay so that was just a glimpse into my strong willed little boy's life. In reality, he's a loving, caring and good boy for the most part. Because he's so strong willed he likes to be in control and we're working on that with him. I thank God everyday for the 2 blessings he's given us. There are times I think back to before we had children and how much we prayed for a baby, how many tests, procedures and pregnancy tests we went through. It seems so unreal that not only did God bless us, he doubly blessed us. I love my sons more than anything and I wouldn't want it any other way.

So even though I tend to complain about the terrible two's, it's all part of parenting and I keep telling myself "this too shall pass".