Boys will be boys...

The last week went by so quickly! I was outside playing A LOT, rough housing and playing inside, and even fit in a short trip to the E.R. for dramatic effect. I have to keep Mom on her toes.
I've officially moved into the part of age two that some people would deem "terrible" while others (like Mommy and Daddy) would call challenging. I have a very strong will. I am learning the hard way that not listening is not an option, though I am trying my hardest to make it one. It has turned into a daily struggle, but sometimes I show signs of "getting it". More frustrating for Mom than anything is my new habit of hitting. Generally speaking, I don't mean any harm (although sometimes I kind of do). Usually, I hit because someone has taken something from me or hit me first and I retaliate by hitting back to get them to stop. There are other times when I just want what I want and, short on patience, I decide to hit. Lately no one is safe from my swinging fists. As a result of this little streak, Mom and I can't go to the gym anymore, which has left me pretty bummed to not be able to slide, play, and see my buddies there. I will learn though, hopefully sooner than later.
The E.R. trip was a result of my listening issues, too. I'm growing tired of nap time (that's punny!). I have so much energy and I just hate to stop playing. Last Friday was one of those days. I was trying to wake Deklan up to join me in my nap rebellion. I was running and laughing and stomping all over the up stairs. Mom chased after me to put me in her bed and at least try to quiet me down and when she went to grab me I lost my balance and hit my head on the night stand. I instantly had a golf ball sized knot on my head and it was bleeding. Mom felt awful, and partly responsible for my injury, so she took me to the hospital. A little tylenol and neosporin later and I was good to go. I got to play with some cool Cars toys while I was there. Probably the best part was that we went to see Connor for his graduation party and told everyone that Mom pushed me down and took me to the hospital. As if that weren't bad enough, on Sunday at church, I was horsing around (not listening, yet again) and fell into a chair and got another bruise right in the middle of my forehead. Why are these lessons so hard to learn? If I could literally get it through my thick skull!

Nearly a week after my incidents, you can still see my bruise

My brother and I have been playing constantly. He is starting to wave and clap and he thinks I'm hilarious. Who doesn't? Daddy loves to get in on the action after work! Despite the rough parts of this week (and the stage of life I'm in), I am having a blast being a rough and tumble big boy!