This morning we woke to the heaters blaring in our little house... fall is definitely upon us. The air is down-right chilly and it smells like fall outside. Gone are the days of no socks and "naked baby" afternoons on the backyard deck. No more turtle sprinkler or kiddy pool. No more early morning trips to the zoo "before it gets too hot". (The above photo was one from our trip to visit the new lion exhibit at our beloved zoo...)
Nope. Summer is gone. And with it, goes our little one year old. Owen will very soon (one week exactly) be TWO.
We're not ready.
We mumbled something to each other earlier today about a "discipline plan" - we haven't had those types of conversations yet. How do we respond when the cup is hurled across the room because it doesn't have the right contents in it? What do we say when we are confronted with that look of, "Oh, you said No? Well, than I'll do THIS!"...
It's not that we think that at the stroke of midnight on his birthday he'll turn into a monster... it's more that he is beginning to test his boundaries, and he is paying very close attention to how we respond. This is where the real parenting fears show up, people. It's show time.
We've seen the sneak preview to TWO and we are definitely not ready.
So, for this week, we'll enjoy the 1 and 11/12th's year old and think about the discipline later. Because TWO will be here soon enough.
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