Life with Jack

As a mother I love all my children.  I wouldn't bat and eye before I would jump in front of anything that would hurt my kids!  There have been times I have literally felt like I've had the strength of ten men (lumber jacks) when my kids were lost or threatened.

  Having said that I have to speak of Jack and his "personality"!  A day with Jack is exhausting to say the least.  Temperamental is a nice way to put it when I'm talking about my baby.  Everything upsets him and everything makes him blow his lid.  You can literally see the anger building in him and a exploding out of every pore in his body!  You try to correct him in any way and the monster comes out.  He miscounts while playing hide-and-go seek...the green eyed monster rears.  We don't let him finish a DVD when he wants too, explosion!  It is all day everyday.  I still put him in his room, spank him when necessary, and make sure I use a soft tone with him, because a loud tone makes it so much worse.  It's like poring gas on an open flame in the middle of a room of TNT if you use and loud or angry voice.  Like I said, exhausting!

  Now, I know what my family is thinking...payback!  I will be the first to admit that I was not a happy child myself.  I remember slamming doors, telling my parents they ruined my life, and screaming at my sisters.  But, well, there isn't really a but.  The thing that makes it worse is that he doesn't even know what will make him happy.  And since I know the kind of "stubborn" he is I know what his little mind is thinking.  "I can give it right back to mom and dad!"  He takes it all as a challenge.  We get angry...he shows us how much more angry he can be.  We finally lose it and have to spank him...he gets even louder.  I remember thinking the same things growing up.  So I know a little about how to calm him or let him calm himself down.  Now, if I could only get Danny to understand that sometimes backing off is the only way.  Jack loves to know that he's getting under your skin.  The whole thing is frustrating and stressful.  I go to bed every night dreading starting the next day.  I know it will pass...cause it did for me.  But it took a long time, and I hope I survive.

1year old.  

Perfect costume!

I told him we don't pore out all the goldfish on the table and that he needed to clean it up.  So he screamed and spit out he mouthful of fish he had been chewing!  :(

So sad