Life with Happy has been less than happy for the last few months. His "two" started pretty mild, but picked up around 2-1/2 and has intensified into a pretty attitudinal start to "three". There's mischievous taunting of Poet, punctuated by a lot of "NO!!!" shouted at Mommy and Daddy, all wrapped around lots of crying when he doesn't get his way.
But through all that, there are some small glimmers of the wonderful little boy who normally inhabits our house. For instance, today we were driving home from visiting Amy's folks. While flitting through one of a dozen small towns on our back-roads trip, Happy woke from his nap:
- Happy: DADDY, DADDY!!! (because sometimes shouting "DADDY" only once isn't enough to wake everyone in the car)
- Happy, smiling that sweet, beautiful smile that will someday get him in a WHOLE LOT of trouble: I love you very much!
He's never said that to me before, and certainly never unbidden. Made me want to grab him out of his seat and give him a big hug and kiss right there. Of course by night's end, he'd done something that again made me want to leave him with Grandma for a few years, but there, in that moment, he was my wonderful Happy boy again.
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