I'm trying very hard to anticipate the things that will frustrate him and try to help him figure out a better solution before he becomes inconsolable. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes I utterly fail. But I'm at least trying.
And thankfully, there are moments of ridiculous cuteness to get me through the hard days. I can battle the shriek of "No! No-no-no-no-no!" much more easily when thinking about how he likes to tromp around in my shoes, whenever I
And there are little things that would have to make anyone smile in the midst of chaos. Like when you look over and spy Mrs. Noah driving the Batmobile.
|Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na MRS. NOAH!|
Obviously she's overcoming the stereotypes set forth by her manufacturer, so I have hope that maybe - just maybe - we can make it through this toddler stage without too many tears, too many screaming tantrums, or any major catastrophes.
Whoops. Better run. He found the fishing line in a toddler-proofed drawer and is unrolling it all over my kitchen!