I decided to take some pictures of Nathan in a span of a week.
And I laughed hysterically all over again.
Here are the Reasons My Son Is Crying
His brother was stuck. (Don't worry. Asa was not hurt.
In fact, he climbed right out...after I took the picture).
He couldn't climb down the stairs while holding his ball and his cup.
It was dinner time.
I wouldn't let him use his fork as a drumstick.
He threw his cup because he was mad about his fork. And immediately regretted it.
We told him not to call his brother "stupid."
He wants his "Mater" that he threw across the room.
I wouldn't let him die of a heat stroke in the van.
Water in the wrong cup.
He doesn't want his brother on top of Daddy.
He wants to wrestle. But he doesn't want to wrestle.
He doesn't like when people wrestle if he doesn't want to wrestle.
I wouldn't let him flood the bathroom.
Dog ate his ice. That he threw on the floor to the dog.
His cup fell over during the tantrum over the ice.
Mommy is taking pictures of his tantrum.
Nice back swing, huh? You should see his golf swing.
Nice back swing, huh? You should see his golf swing.
Love him. So much.
We all have bad days.
And we are all awesome too.
