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as awesome as yesterday morning was - as proud as john was of his good mommy and good daddy - last night was terrible. i'm not sure what was in john's craw, but he had a fit that would make any two year old proud.

it started with seeing the neighbor kids in the driveway playing. john wanted to play, so we went to say hi. and john turned shy, which is crazy, because he loves those kids. and then he wouldn't share, which isn't like him either. and then he started to sob, so we made our way home pretty quick.

but it was too late. by the time we made it inside, the situation had devolved to the point where everything was no, he was crying almost hysterically, and even in brief moments of calm he was still lip quivery and on the edge. he wanted to watch incredibles - but as soon as daddy started to put it on, he shouted, "not incredibles!" and feel into sobs again.

this fit lasted about an hour and a half.

finally, a little mac & cheese and some time to breathe brought it all to an end, and i did manage to snap the admittedly quite sweet pic of john and his daddy as we watched "lympics" (which has become john's catchall word for any unidentifiable sport-like activity, in this case a challenge on 'survivor.')

and thank goodness, bedtime was easy - i don't think i could have stood any more tears at that point. mama and daddy were nearly as strung out as john by then.

then morning brought this goofball who only needs a hat to be one of the super mario bros. for halloween:


so i guess, it all balances out.

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