2012 didn't have the best start for us. I woke up to the sound of water rushing through our basement. The water line that runs to our fridge had split, and water was pouring from the ceiling all over the basement. It looked like probably about 2-3 inches of standing water in spots, and yet Josh still wanted to clean it up on his own initially. I called a cleaning company in town that does 24 hour emergency water extraction, and he was in and out before 10am.In the meantime, we sent Wyatt to Josh's grandparents. Hanging with his favorite great grandparents = no nap. No nap almost always = cranky, rude, short tempered Wyatt. Within 5 minutes of coming home he was trying to bend Paige's fingers back. Between 5-6pm, he spent most of it in time outs because of hitting (the dog, Paige and Josh). After we started supper, he got another time out for trying to hit me with his fork (I'll avoid using the word "stab" here, because I don't think he didn it on purpose, but it was more of a stab than a hit). Then he sat there, alone, until bathtime, because he refused to eat. That kid is so stubborn. Surprisingly though, after his bath he didn't complain one bit and went right to bed. Just tired, I guess, but I was growing weary of our pint sized dictator.
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