the terrible twos

Today Flynn turns two! Okay, okay — two months, not two years, and he’s really not terrible at all. But it does feels more like two years than two months; it’s hard to remember life before the little guy. It’s probably good we don’t dwell too much about life before Flynn, though, because we’ve already broken a fair number of our parenting resolutions.

  • Pre-baby promise #1: He will always be dressed in cute clothes.
  • Reality: Eh, he’s just going to get it dirty soon anyway; sometimes a diaper is good enough.

Just chilling in my duck.

  • Pre-baby promise #2: We will continue our lifestyle of minimalism.
  • Reality: That toy makes him bust out the slightest smile? Buy 10 of them!

Imagine how much more fun this will be when my feet touch the ground!

  • Pre-baby promise #3: Early on we’ll start him on a strict sleep schedule.
  • Reality: We’re grateful for any sleep he decides to bestow upon us, whenever and wherever it should come.

Yes, I sleep on patio tables. What’s it to you?

  • Pre-baby promise #4: We won’t let Flynn take too much attention away from Abbey.
  • Reality: Whoops — totally forgot about Abbey for this year’s family picture. Sorry girl. Maybe next time.

The one picture in which Flynn isn’t crying or sleeping.

  • Pre-baby promise #5: We won’t burden Flynn with unrealistic goals and expectations.
  • Reality: Based on his early interest in standing, we’ve decided he should be walking any day now.

    Thanks for the help Mom, but I’ve got this.

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