Documenting the ordinary in hopes of glimpsing the Holy
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Lest You Think...
He's cute, yes, but boy is he a handful. 22 months and very limited language and on the verge of the terrible twos. Right now, Josiah is quick to hit, kick, scream, and throw. But, most people always say to me, "Oh what a happy boy--and he is." In the above picture, he was wiping hummus all over himself and the table while I was washing dishes. Last night he pushed the white kitchen chair up against the stove while I was throwing a load of laundry in, and he tried to turn the stove on. Luckily, the other kids ratted him out. (Of course, you have to push down and turn to get gas stoves started, but really...I was informed at the childwatch at the Y that he had his first "time out" there. I calmly asked, "Oh, did he hit or push someone or pull their hair?" I think the worker was a bit taken aback. I expect she was thinking I would admonish her for putting him in time out. No, I just wanted to know the nauture of the crime outside of the home environment. After he slapped my face today during a diaper change, I said, "What do you say to Mommy?" He looked a me with sobering eyes and said, "Thank you."