I have kids, so I shouldn’t worry about that, but I do. With three kids under five I suppose my life will be pretty kid centered, after all babysitters are spendy and the park is my current domain.
That said, I screwed up. Bigtime. I loosened my rule on the two year old not having Red Dye #40. I figured, what the heck, it’s Easter, I’ll deal with it.  He had the candy on Saturday. For the past two days it’s been nothing but the full on, throwing himself to the floor, spitting, screaming bloody murder tantrums. When he’s not doing that he’s Mr. Moodswing chattering up a storm one second and sullen the next. Some would chalk it up to the terrible twos, but there is a big difference in his behavior.
Lesson learned. Who wants to babysit?
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Send him out here…he would fit right in with my kiddos, heheh, well mostly the younger two.
That blasted Easter bunny!! 😉
Ang,
I wouldn’t do that TO you in a million years.
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