"My Best Fwiend"

Although Chase is *almost* three, I think the "terrible twos" may be trying to make a debut in our household. I swear that there are times my sweet, angelic child turns into the spawn of Satan and becomes a Holy Terror. During these times I try to do three things. 1) Take very, very, VERY deep breaths, 2) Remind myself how blessed I m that I have a healthy child that is able to drive me completely insane at times, d 3) Do my best to refrain from taking said child, placing him in his room, and running far, far away in the opposite direction for a very long period of time. Seriously, I am very thankful for Chase and the fact he's a healthy, happy, totally normal-in-every-way 2.8 year old... But LORD he can drive me nuts (he got that from his father)!

It's during these times that he usually does something very sweet that immediately fills me with enormous guilt for even thinking I should be running. Last night at dinner we were going through one of our all to common lately "I didn't have a nap at the sitter's today so I'm totally overtired, cranky, and just plain pissed off" moments when he leans his head on Jeff's shoulder and says, "My Daddy is my best fwiend." Now seriously, who could resist something so sweet out of his little mouth. Yep I love these moments, even when I can literally feel the new grays sprouting right from the top of my head.