The daily rigors of parenthood can be very taxing, and adding a newborn into that mix has been a trial. RJ has done his best to be a good son and a good brother. He is very gentle with Tony, and helpful to me and my wife.
But sometimes the two year old inside cannot be controlled. The temper tantrums, the rampant destruction, the refusal to listen and hyperactivity shine through. But just when you think that you can not stand another minute, he does something incredibly cute.
RJ is convinced that because he is a big brother that he is a big boy, and wants to do everything that mommy and daddy do, to include carrying his plate to the table. In typical two year old fashion, he spilled his dinner. We were angry, but not nearly as angry as he was upset. It took us fifteen minutes to calm him down enough to eat dinner.
After dinner, he had to use the potty; and being of potty training age, we encourage him to do so. He tried valiantly, but to no avail. But as a reward for asked to use the bathroom, we let him flush the potty. It overflowed. He cried. This time it took nearly a half our to calm him down. He was very remorseful. I hope this does not scar his efforts to potty train.