Demon Branson

These days Branson might just do us in.

We thought all the fights and stress over potty training was tough, but now we've ADDED this new extremely strong-willed Branson on top of it and it's almost unbearable. 

He'll go from being adorable and sweet and funny to a demon child in a matter of seconds.

Seriously, in the last 2 weeks he's had a full blown fit before bed at least half of the nights. I'm talking screaming, yelling, kicking, hitting, and crying uncontrollably. We've had to literally throw him in bed and leave him there. Poor Nolan, I've almost let him sleep in our room just to get away from it, but luckily Branson does still respond to threats. Ugh. 

Lately he's started throwing things, overturning chairs, and hitting when he's mad. What's he so mad about you ask? We used the wrong toothpaste, he didn't want to pick up the toys he threw, he wanted the blue fork instead of the orange one, I asked him to get his socks on, Nolan touched him, etc etc.

Thank heavens he's absolutely adorable and sweet and hilarious the rest of the time or we (or he) might now survive!

A couple cute things I don't want to forget...

• He always misses the number 14 when counting to 20. He used to also miss 16, but just in the last couple of weeks he's been getting it.
• He'll say "university" instead of "universe." Like, "this is the greatest toy in the whole university!"
• When he wants your attention he'll loudly clear his throat with an "ahhhhheeeeeemmmm." It's cute, but a little annoying, depending on the situation haha.
• When we're playing a game and tell him he's kicking butt he stands up and does a little dance with a booty shake and a "oh yeah, oh yeah!" that's hilarious.