Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Spawn of Satan lives in our house.

Otherwise known as Jake. He's hit the terrible two's something fierce I don't even know where to begin in curbing the tantrums. At least Jason experienced a brief moment last night when attempting to wrangle Jake into his pajama's.

So much of this is coming from his not able to let us know what's bothering him. While he signs and speaks better at this age compared with Brendan and Colin it's still not good enough. Diversions work sometimes as do distractions. Otherwise it's full on wailing. Laughing or mocking him does nada. The older two usually stopped with the mocking from Jason or I. Not Jake. He only gets louder.

It's possible he's cutting another molar. I say possible only because he wasn't this grizzly with the first one unless he's cutting multiples. If that's the case, he gets a pass on being the wanker he's been the past few weeks. Giving him Tylenol or Rescue Remedy hasn't calmed him down at his worst.

I'm still betting on our giving birth to the Spawn of Satan. It's the only explanation of our Jake goes from loving two year old to a screaming banshee running amok in the neighborhood.

What do you think?

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