As I put on my shoes and sweatshirt today, getting ready to leave the house, Archer asked me what I was up to. The kid asks about a billion questions a day and I really try not to get annoyed but sometimes they're just dumb questions (yes I know he's only 3 years old, they're dumb even for a 3 year old). Anyway, this wasn't one of those times, he really stays on top of things...
Mom, are you going to work? (pause) On the treadmill, or what? (He says this with his eyebrows raised, looking up at me with a very serious expression, sounding like someone much older than three.)
No, I'm going out for a little bit.
Outside? You're going to work outside? On what?
No, I'm going to work at the office...
Why is it that he can drive me so COMPLETELY crazy with his constant whining, crying, tantrums, to the point that I just want to go to WORK on the weekend to get a break from the crying, and the minute I'm about to walk out the door he's the sweetest little boy I've ever met?
The day of Shelly's birthday party he was UNBELIEVEABLY bad. And the very next day, when we went out to dinner, he was the nicest person, coloring quietly, making conversation with us, saying please and thank you, not crawling on and under the table... When I told Denise about it she said "Just hang onto those moments, Amy." And she's right, hang onto the good ones so when the bad ones come around I can remember why its still worth all the bad moments - those good ones are too good to let go.
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