It never fails.
At least once a day, Dannika informs me that "Mattis is annoying."
The sad part is, most of the time when she mentions it to me, I'm sorta thinking the same thing.
I love the little guy with all my big mama bear heart, but let's face it...
Motherhood isn't all unicorns and rainbows..
ESPECIALLY with my son.
I know when you see photos like this...
You're "oohing" and "ahhing" about how adorable him and his endless rolls of skin are.
But I assure you that he's mostly like this...
And this isn't even that bad.
I usually am more preoccupied with trying to
tune out calm him down when he's having his crying/screaming/whining fits.
The last thing on my mind is to whip out my iPhone to snap a pic for Instagram, so sadly, I don't have any real good "ugly cry face" photos of my son.
And y'all know how I am with social media.
If I can document it, it's gonna be up there on my Facebook or Instagram!
He's seriously my high maintenance kid and drama queen.
I think because Dannika was such a "perfect" baby, Mattis has been a bit of a parenting shock to us.
I tell him already, "your sister was never like this, Mattis!"
The comparisons have begun.
I'm sure the teenage years that are fast approaching for Dannika will be a whole different ball game for us, but for now, I'm going to bask in the glory that she was such a good baby.
Last night at dinner, Mattis sat in his Bumbo chair for a good 15 minutes screaming like someone was murdering him while I scarfed my food down and downed a LARGE glass of wine before tending to his needs.
My husband and I have learned to tune him out, and try and enjoy our dinners together at night.
We attempt to have adult conversation amidst the screaming banshee in the background...
Let me not forget the million times that we have to interrupt each other in the middle of conversation to remind our daughter to "quit picking at [her] food and eat ALL OF IT!"
The joys of parenthood, right?
We went to Target yesterday, and looked down at the cart to find this...
In a period of .0000000001 seconds, he had wriggled out of the seat, one leg still stuck inside the "leg hole", rested his big old head on the side of the cart, and was looking at a pamphlet.
The strangest part is that we have NO idea where he got the pamphlet from...
Seriously, we can't take this kid anywhere.