Maddox has been a real pill the last few days. Tantruming over everything, trying to convince us that he's sick so he won't have to go to school/eat dinner/do anything but watch t.v., up a lot at night, you get the picture. Friends tell me it's just being 3, and it will all magically change when he turns 4. It did improve this a.m. after he ate three pieces of pastrami, a waffle with yogurt and syrup, and then a cup of yogurt. Growth spurt, anyone?
The pastrami boy at work.
Trying to convince his sister that she, too, wants to eat pastrami at 7 a.m.
She gives me the look like, "Mom, what up with Maddox?!"