Eli is, to the eye, so freaking cute and huggable.
Underneath that adorable little shell is a streaker and scrapper. He loves to rip off his diaper and touch his junk. And I don't mean graze said junk, I mean go to town. We're constantly telling him to stop or take it in his room. No dice. I don't want to discourage the kid for exploring his body, but really kid?
In case you guys were wondering -- I don't have a penis. WHAT? I know, shocker. So I'm not exactly sure what to expect and I know that it's probably going to get worse before better. Fine.
But how does something so sweet and adorable go so bad in like 2.9 seconds? He will walk up to his brother, hug his neck with his left hand then punch Brody in the face with his right.
We're working through conflict management, or good ol' hitting little brother back when he wails on big brother. Oh, stop. It's about learning to stand up for one self.
Those second kiddos seem to like to push the limits more than the first. Or maybe Eli is a lot like his momma and goes against the grain?
All I know is that we work through the penis grabs and conflict management while trying to laugh it off and not beat anyone -- yet. I'm not against. Fine. I am. Calm down. I just drink lots of wine to work it out.
The teenage years are going to be so fun.
The teenage years are going to be so fun.
