I can hear him upstairs right now. He fell asleep as we were coming home from his big sister’s school. That should make for an easy nap transition right? Wrong. He is up there, in his crib, singing The SpongeBob song at the top of his lungs. Screaming it actually.
I think I might be raising a maniac and I’m pretty sure there is nothing I can do about it.
He never sleeps. He doesn’t really ever listen to anything I ask of him. He is so not afraid of any punishment that might be threatened (hence the not listening part). He often laughs when we try to be firm. He VERY often speaks in a firm voice-when he is “punishing” me.
I am tired. I am beaten. I am pretty sure he wins. Even if I weren’t tired-there is one very big problem.
Every single thing he does, from growling at me to only responding when you call him Luigi or Sonic, is always, without fail, stop you in your tracks…adorable.
I can see why people think the baby of each family is spoiled. They prey on your weakness with the cuteness of ten men.
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