Heart To Heart

Dear Davis,

Don't worry, Mommy still loves you. I love you with all my heart, to the moon and back, and bigger than the world. Even though you sometimes make me want to bang my head into the wall, you still melt my heart with your sweet kisses and hugs. I know what you are going through right now is just a phase, but if you could please just have a talk with yourself and move this along quickly, mommy would really appreciate it. Now that we are staying in an apartment temporarily, I think your shrill screaming is going to have the neighbors wondering what is going on in our home. I would prefer CPS to not show up at my door. Then again, I'm sure that when I told them that I have a two year old, they would just nod and smile.

Luckily, I know that I am not alone. That what you are going through is normal. I know mommy gets very stressed and my face sometimes turns into a sweating tomato, but not to worry. I will not explode.

I still get excited when I wake you up every morning and get to see your face. I still look forward to every night when I get to sing you to sleep. I look forward to cuddling for five seconds here and there when you'll let me. I love watching your face when you try new foods and realize you love it. And when you experience something new for the first time, you get so excited.

So, you and I are both going through something new right now. But we are both making the best of it, as best as we can. I know you love me, little man. Your body is changing and your mind is growing. But anytime you want to simmer down, both daddy and I would love it.

Don't forget we love you, my crazy little two year old. Try to bring it down a notch.

Love,
Mama

"A temper tantrum, whether thrown by a child or an adult is a coping mechanism occurring because an individual has not learned how to correctly manage disappointment"

Thoughts From The Toys

Dear Davis,



I love you. We are supposed to be friends. I am here to play with you, keep you company. Entertain you when mommy needs a time out. Supposed to help you learn and explore new things. Listen to new sounds, see new shapes and colors, and be the little baby that you are. But here lately, I am thinking about calling the toy abuse hotline. You hurt me. You hurt me deep, kid. Why must you always pick us up like we are a rag doll and chunk us across the room as hard as you can. I mean, you are only one, but you've got an arm on you there buddy! I maybe made of plastic, but I am not steel. We have feelings, too. Haven't you seen Toy Story? That's my family there, kid! Do you want me laying around all day like this? I know your mom and dad love you very much, but they can't afford to go out and buy you new toys everytime you actually smash one and it shatters. Luckily, this hasn't happened yet, or we would be having big problems here little guy. Although, you have mangaged to break the sound in a few things and you wonder why it isn't working anymore. This actually amuses me.

So, us toys in your house have decided to give you another chance. Maybe your parents will get lucky with that arm of yours and you will go into the Major Leagues someday. Until then, please proceed with caution. I know you're a boy, but must you always do this? Maybe we should go back to stuffed animals?

Signed,
Your toy box