Sorry friends. There will be no pictures attached to this post. You will understand why after you read the storIES. My child, you know, the one whom I love so dearly (well, I guess you obviously know which one I'm talking about since I only have one). The same child whom I wrote such a loving post about merely two days ago... Well, friends... this child has turned into a gremlin. I think he woke up on Monday, the day that was his official half birthday, and decided that there was no reason to wait six more months to hit the "terrible twos." His philosophy on this was "there's no time like the present." And on Monday afternoon, the terrible twos began.
Jaxon did an awesome job driving to Nashville and did amazingly well at his doctor's appointment. On the way home, the MIL and I decided that we would stop at Clarksville and go to target, you know since you can't pass the big red bullseye and not stop. It's a rule. Anyhow, in Target, Jax started running a little fever. I figured he was getting the same sinus junk as me, and excused his unruley behavior. Then the MIL needed to go in Hobby Lobby. When she was trying to put him back into his carseat, he literally tried to rip her hair out. He was scratching, kicking and fighting for his life. It's still a miracle that there were not casualities involved. It was a side of him that I have never seen before.
And yesterday at Wal-Mart, we had a near death experience. Jaxon tried to jump out of the shopping cart. I'm serious. I caught him by one leg. If I wouldn't have been just .008 seconds away, his brain would have been laying in the photo center floor at Wal-Mart.
Last night, I had a family come over for a scheduled senior picture photo session. I took the gremlin over to his Nana and Paps' while I took pictures. When I was finished, I came inside. Justin had been eating the MIL's leftovers from TGI Friday's a few nights ago, and left his plate and utensils on the table. He also forgot to scoot his chair back up, which is a big no no around here since our child is a mountain climber. I looked over at Jaxon. He had climbed into Justin's chair and had a steak knife hanging out of his mouth. He was eating potatoes with a steak knife. It's a miracle that he didn't cut his tongue off.
I'm sure there are more gremlin-esque stories, but these are the main ones that are standing out to me right now... Maybe his hair cut affected him. Maybe he's like Samson but instead of going from strong to weak, he went from good to bad..?..
With all this said, I do love the little gremlin. Horns and all.