Oh, so that’s what a tantrum sounds like

Kai is grow­ing really quickly. Every day he comes up with some­thing new. Like yes­ter­day morn­ing, he tried tak­ing off his pyja­mas on his own — and I know I can’t be both­ered to word the event in a more excit­ing fash­ion, because if you’re not a par­ent, you won’t get why I’m so amazed and proud any­way. Just like the time he said “chicken”.

If I were to dig through this blog’s archives, I’d prob­a­bly find some post where I wrote “bring on the ter­ri­ble twos”, but because we have to run after Kai almost every wak­ing minute of the day, I sim­ply don’t have time to dig through this blog’s archives.

But bring it on he has. Naomi and I are cur­rently expe­ri­enc­ing the brunt of Kai’s spec­tac­u­lar meltdowns. They hap­pen with­out warn­ing, out of the blue, as sud­den and unex­pected as an Orchard Road flash flood.