I've always considered myself a fairly patient person. (I don't want to hear any comments from those of you that have witnessed otherwise). At least, I don't have a raging temper or anything. But these last few days it seems like Jansen has risen to new heights of toddlerness and I think I am going to lose my mind. I've felt like that little saying "I have one nerve left and you're getting on it." More than any other time I can remember, I am finding myself taking deep breaths, praying, grabbing a piece of chocolate and running upstairs to hide, stopping to gather myself, talking very slowly to Jansen so as not to lose it, etc. He's not even doing anything THAT bad either. Just the typical toddler stuff: whining, crying, asking for lots of things, pulling on pants, being mean to little sister, indecisive, doesn't want to eat, etc. But man that stuff can wear on you! I think one thing I really struggle with is knowing what tone of voice to use with him. At what point do getting my point across and patience and kindness meet? But I do have to admit that there is something rewarding about feeling yourself getting really upset and then containing it and calming it. It's hard! He's certainly teaching me a lot, and I guess that's the goal. I have a feeling there are many years to come that will be filled with the chant, "Just be patient. Just be patient." Hopefully I will be.