So, quite a day with my boy (pictured here with his good buddy Solomon) He was in the most fragile and defiant mood. I think he cried 6-8 times before noon. He also hit me, pushed me, and pretty much refused to do what I asked if it wasn't on his agenda. At one point I looked at him and said "who are you?" (he thought it was a cute game, but I was really thinking "where is my Declan?")

This morning in the car, before his many meltdowns, I noticed he was keeping his eyes closed. He always has problems with his eyes bothering him. I asked "are your eyes bothering you?" Declan replies "Yes". I ask "what do they feel like?" (trying to diagnose the problem: do they ictch, do they burn) He replies "They feel like Crap." I'm not sure I heard him correctly, so I ask "What?" He says again "They feel like crap" I had to giggle to myself. I've never heard him say the word crap. It's something I say all the time, it's actually my worst "swear word". I guess he picked it up.. . now that I think about it, I'm surprised it took him this long.