I've mentioned before that I mentally write most of my blog posts way before I have a few quiet minutes to sit at my laptop. If there are pictures involved, I usually know what I am going to write as soon as I take the lens cap off my camera before the first picture is even snapped.
But, this morning was different. Liza sitting so sweetly in her Dada built pillow castle and Henry, of course, wanting to join her fun. I get my camera off the buffet table and immediately being thinking about how to compose this post about my sweet children. I snap picture after picture with my fixed lens, my hands busy focusing the lens, my body busy leaning in for the perfect picture and my mind busy writing a blog post.
But this morning, I struggled. Struggled to think of sweet things to say about my little boy. I would take a picture of him holding Liza's hand. Sweet, right? His initial intentions were sweet. But, what about when he insists on walking behind her pillows still holding her hand as she screams at the top of her lungs. Not so sweet.
Big brother hugging baby sister. Sweet, right? The hug quickly devolved into a tackle.
Beautiful little face. Sweet, right? This was a shining moment between tears because Henry was playing so rough.
So. I look at these pictures and I see so many things: The beautiful. The irritating. The wonderful. The lack of sleep. The sweet budding sibling relationship. The defiance. The hair that needs cutting. The sweet little smiles. The hysterical tears. The. The. The.
Then, I remind myself once again that this is my life and our little creations.
His attitude is a reflection of my attitude. His behavior is a reflection of my verbal and non-verbal reactions to his behavior.
So yeah. The two-year-old is driving my crazy.
God. Please grant me a good attitude and positive reactions. I'm needing help today.