Grahm is my biggest challenge at the moment. He seems to know how to bring out my worst and my best. I just wish I could be consistent.
It is nap time. I have spent the last half of an hour climbing the stairs every few minutes to retrieve another toy he has found stuffed in the bed. I drag myself back up the stairs fully aware that I need a time out before I go in there, but hearing all those books and experts in my head claiming that timing is essential to keeping and getting control. I peek through the doorway to see what on earth could possibly still be in his bed. This time his sock has transformed itself into his new best friend. He has it on his hand. I swear if I did not admire his creativity the authorities would be hauling me away.
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