I did it. I ate. I slept. I had the the most non-relaxing massage ever. Not because it was bad, but because he worked all the kinks out of my back and should be giving the Nobel prize in massagery. Except I woke up the next morning and it felt like someone jumped on my back. For hours.
Anyway, it was almost a picture perfect weekend. And I say almost because Michael continued on his holy reign of preschool terror. I have no idea what is going on with that child but I swear to you he is trying to kill me.
My brother in law, bless his heart, decided he was going to teach Michael how to ride a bike. Except that Michael refuses to even sit on a bike. Or a tricycle for that matter. But for a couple of a seconds we thought that Michael might actually ride a bike.
Except, after being on the bike for 2.2 seconds he decided he couldn't do it. Unless it was one of the MANY TIMES he was in the time out this weekend. Then we was DYING to ride his bike. Until he got out of time out.
But there was about 30 minutes when it was like having the old Michael back. Snuggling, watching the fireworks on July 3rd. Yes, for some reason the fireworks were on July 3rd. I don't know either.
No one seemed to mind.
*For those of you without toddlers, that's a Little Einsteins reference.
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What wonderful pictures of what looks like it was a fun weekend. I love the picture of your son listening intently to instruction. I also love that kids do things in their own time.
Yay for your massage! Also? The terrible twos turn into terrible threes and I’m thinking they’re going to continue into the terrible fours… does it ever go away, their unnecessary meltdowns? I don’t know… I’ll let you know if we ever get there!!
Yay for your massage! Also? The terrible twos turn into terrible threes and I’m thinking they’re going to continue into the terrible fours… does it ever go away, their unnecessary meltdowns? I don’t know… I’ll let you know if we ever get there!!
Gabriel’s slowly working on his bike skills.
Sounds like a (mostly) relaxing time was had by all. I’m glad that you got to enjoy yourself, even if Michael was (at times) replaced by some holy terror.