My two year old is a joy, an everlasting fountain of surprises and delights. He is kind and innocent and inquisitive.

And, he is a terror. He is having a rough go of things this week, and I am reminded to breathe, speak kindly, and help him learn to express himself without screams and kicks. (I can't even always do that myself...) He is fond of saying this week with protruding lips, "I don't love anybody, " and "don't talk to me." He is regressing in potty training, meaning that the first words I heard this morning at 6 AM were, "I pooped in my undies." He also in a kids- say- the- dardnest- things- moment told our neighbor: " I have a wieners, but mommy doesn't, she pees from her butt.." Oh, and life rolls on...