Elijah is a goober. He is so handsome (like his daddy), and melts me with a “please beautiful mommy!” However, he can have really bad days…or weeks. He can be completely mean and disobedient one minute and incredible sweet and cuddly the next. If he were over the age of four we would call this bi-polar, but instead it is terrible twos. This has been one of those weeks, where keeping up with him brings me almost to tears, and to horror as I see him sky dive off of furniture. As I say to myself for the 65th time today “I need a break” I realize it is November, and it is lucky for him that it is too, because in November I take it easy on him.