3 sweetest words

Parenting is full of seriously intense emotions, at least parenting a toddler.  Seems that I vacillate from vein-bulging, hair pulling, blood pressure sky-rocketing frustration to melt-my heart, never-want-to-forget this-moment, joy.  Owen has taken to throwing some pretty fun temper tantrums, in public.  Mostly when I want him to walk nicely with me instead of sprinting into people (or traffic.) When I do try to hold his hand, he just goes limp.  Lovely.  Then I am left with the dilemma of what to do next.  Drag him out by his limp arm?  Or try to pick him up and carry his limp body-throwing himself backward- out of the store?  Ugh. 

Thankfully I have finally gotten over worrying about what others think of me.  I just smile pleasantly and say 'come on honey, it is time to go home,' usually.  Sometimes I can't say anything because it would not be appropriate.  'Come on you little shit, knock it off'  would likely not be a good option.  You can bet this is my internal dialogue though...  And about those heavenly moments that make all of these moments tolerable.  Owen has started saying 'night night mama'  and it is the sweetest sound in the world.  He is able to tell me what he wants now which is super cool.  He seems to love babies now and tries to snuggle them.  Actually, he tries to snuggle most people and dogs.  He puts his blankies on hazel and says 'puppy night night.' Super sweet.  Hard to believe the little man will be two next month.  Looking forward to seeing how his little personality (or big in some situations)  continues to evolve.