We made our annual trip to temple square
to see the lights on Christmas night.
It started out peaceful, as the temple should be.
We roamed the grounds and watched the nativity show...
Henry couldn't even stop looking at the lights
to smile at the camera...
James gave the lights a thumbs up...
...until all heck broke lose,
and he flopped his body on the ground
in an all-out 2 year old tantrum
for who knows what reason.
This has been our life lately.
Peace & Chaos come and go regularly.
One minute all is well,
and the next second we are all
wanting to scream and kick
because of this 2 year old that
seems to rule our world.
After 15 minutes of the crying fit,
our sweet 2 year old returned,
ready to look at more lights.
The angel was angelic, as always,
and just smiled.
She keeps me at peace.
Maybe next year we can make it tantrum-free,
unless that angel of mine decides to follow
in her brother's footsteps.
1 comment:
We have a similar situation here except she is three. No answers, just prayers for your family! At least with Cora being 5 now I realize they do come out of these challenging 2's and 3's as normal little human beings.
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