We Are at War

Our household lately has become a war zone. No, me and Ana are not the ones at war. Oh no. The one we are currently battling is much more scary than either of us could ever be. This evil is capable of rearing it's ugly head at a second's notice and then disappearing like it was never here. We are so fearful of this entity that we tiptoe around the house when it is sleeping so as not to alert it that we are still alive. Yep, this is an evil that has not ever been seen in our house before. This evil in which I speak is the "terrible two's"....otherwise known as BeelzeBen. Yes, Ben is firmly entrenched in the terrible two's. He is testing his boundaries at every step. His temper tantrums are ramping up and he seems to have even less patience than ever before.....which I didn't think was possible. My favorite ( ? ) thing that he does is when he gets angry or doesn't get his way he lays himself down on the ground and just stays there. Usually we just walk away and ignore him when he does that. When he does it in public, the fun really starts when he lets out his Mariah Carey scream as you are picking him up off of the ground and everyone is looking to see who is abusing the toddler in your arms. But even with all of the new experiences we are having with Ben, me and Ana lay in bed every night and tell each other how lucky we are to be his parents. The great times far outnumber the not-as-good times.