Jeremiah's new word is "hammer" (hamma). The other day he comes up to me with his toy hammer and starts banging away on my leg saying "hamma, hamma, hamma!" :-)
Our little sweetheart is discovering his independence and asserting his will. Yesterday morning in the middle of my staff meeting (which we have at my house so Jeremiah can play while we work) Jeremiah had a complete and full blown temper tantrum. I mean the sitting in the middle of the floor, screaming and crying and pounding his fists kind of temper tantrum. At meal times when he is finished eating he throws his fork on the floor and starts screaming. We had an episode in the grocery store where he absolutely would not sit down in the cart. When I am on the phone he holds onto my legs and cries. He doesn't want help doing anything from feeding himself to brushing his teeth.
I am trying to remember that this is a natural stage in his development and that these behaviors are part of him learning how to express his needs in a healthy way etc. etc. etc. But boy is it hard...
One day while we were in the Netherlands mom, Ramona and I were discussing parenting and mom commented on how much I had read and knew. I expressed then that I don't know that all the information I have at my fingertips is really that helpful. In a way it just makes me more paranoid that I am screwing something up (which I probably am, hasn't every parent since time began?). It also makes me constantly compare what I am doing and how Jeremiah behaves to what I read and to other people that I see. And I keep learning over and over again that I should trust my instinct more (it worked for sleeping, weaning, and many other things) and worry about "advice" less.
On the other side of the challenging behavior I can still see the fun loving, happy part of Jeremiah's personality. He cracks himself up when he throws a ball or runs in circles around the living room. He loves to sing songs, clap, and raise his hands to Jesus. He gives me lots of wet slobbery kisses before nap time. He will sit for hours while we read every book he owns...more than once. When I say it is time for a walk he goes into my room and brings me my shoes, looks up at me so sweetly saying "stoe, stoe, stoe." He grabs me and aaron both by our necks and squeezes us at the same time. He gives the best, strongest little hugs with his arms wrapped around my neck!
How can I not absolutely love and count it a privilege to be his mom?






































