We had to step in and rescue his teachers and other 2 year olds from the streaker before he was ticketed for indecent exposure. The good news is the episode tired him out enough that he sat with us during the service and did pretty well.
It was good to be there. I was really missing it.
Tonight, I take some comfort mixed with a bit of real sadness in reminding myself of what I so often say during this time in our lives, tis only a season. This too shall pass.
My sweet Stryder, who is teaching me much about perseverance, patience, and that my abilities to control another human being are extremely limited, will only be a toddler a little longer.....
I love you baby boy.
You are exactly the kind of Stryder I need in my life.
2 comments:
oh my Stryder!!!
you know, I gave you the name Stryder to inspire you in knowing that he became a KING! :)There is hope, no doubt. That lil stinker.
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