MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! BINKY! BINKY! BINKY! BINKY! BLANKY! BLANKY! BLANKY! BLANKY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!
It seems we like to end the year on a rough note. Last Christmas was the start of the stomach flu and butt explosion extravaganza. Until recently, that was the hardest time since the babies came home from the hospital. This Christmas, it's been topped. All three have been sick, again, since their 2nd birthday. In fact, I am on my fourth cold since the beginning of October. If only I could invent an engine that runs on diapers or boogers our family would be set for generations. For Gabbie and Lukas, this was just an ordinary cold. Niklas, on the other hand, seems to have been transformed. From the moment he wakes up until the moment he goes to bed he whines for MOMMY! He throws his food and won't eat. He throws himself on the floor and bangs his head. He tries to break everything in sight. He slaps, hits, head-butts and bites. The moment MOMMY picks him up, he is content. I have tried putting him in his crib until he calms down, but that seems to have the opposite effect. In fact, when I tried this on Monday he got so angry that he developed super human baby strength and escaped from his crib. THUD! We are assuming that this is just the terrible twos, but with Niklas we always have shunt malfunction in the back of our minds. I got to the point yesterday where I called Neurosurgery because we were both at the end of our ropes. They did not think a shunt malfunction was occurring and told us that this sounds like typical 2 year old tantrums. I think a couple of weeks ago I was posting about how great and easy the kids were being. Life was grand. So now we are either dealing with demonic possession or typical toddler behavior. Should we call our priest? I see a padded room and straight jacket in my future. By the way, the last 2 posts were the front and back of our Christmas card this year. At least the pictures are cute.