Sam and Owen are settling down after the mini-rebellion they threw when we came home from the hospital. Surprisingly, I think they were less upset about Lilly than they were that we had LEFT THEM for FOUR DAYS to go to the hospital. But I think they are getting better. Hard to tell sometimes with Sam, because he is, after all, four years old.
FYI, I'm not sure what that has to do with anything. I just like to blame their bad behavior on their age. Owen laid down on the ground and threw a fit? Well, that's a two-year-old for you! Lilly barfed on her fourth outfit of the day? Well, what do you expect from a four-week-old?! Ha!
This morning, Sam wanted something from me, I don't even remember what, but my "no" was greeted with one of his rants that go something like this:
"Okay, I want this, and so I want it, and you better give it to me because if you don't give it to me, I'll have to hate you, so I'm going to hate you so you better give it to me so I don't have have to hate you. You got it?"
Someone should tell this kid he shouldn't be so quick to pull out the big, "I hate you" guns. Save something for your teenage years, buddy!