My children are wonderful.
I love my oldest son. He is a bright, funny, curious child. He has never met a stranger. He loves everyone. He is highly active. Loves to run about, play outside, swim, climb, dig in the sand. His favorite food is any kind of pasta. He is a good kid.
I love my youngest son. He is sweet. And peaceful. And relaxed. So far he likes milk the best, but that's to be expected at 3 months. He is a good kid. A little more reserved. A little less extroverted. We're still learning about each other.
Brian has been a little bit of an extra handful this last couple of days. Not sure if it's normal 4 year old behavior or if he's just acting out on account of his big brother. I'm mighty tired of the whining, the stubborness, the outright refusal to do anything asked of him, and the newest one, "I hate you mom/dad/God". It's enough to drive anyone to drink, but I love my child.
Teddy has been his own special form of difficult the last two days. I get him to sleep, lay him down and he wakes up. Repeat several times. *sigh* He is currently asleep though, so I can't complain too much. And he's a pretty happy little guy when he is awake. So I guess I won't complain. Much.
I do love my children, I love them a lot. Right now they are driving me a little bit batty, but I do love them. Wonderful, sweet, fun, and giant pains in the rear!
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