Day 2 of Fall Break

Having a toddler can be hard. Really hard. Today was a perfect example.

We started the day with a toddler class at the library. (My sweet sister Meg decided to join us). They have all of us sit in a large circle and do rhymes and stories. The teacher kept telling Reagan to go and sit with his mommy, but he ignored her and walked around the circle . Then it was time for musical instruments. Reagan proceeded to walk to all of the other children and take their instruments saying "mine" over and over. I was mortified. I went to retrieve the instruments and Reagan threw himself on the floor screaming. Holy tantrum. I turned even more red.

Reagan with one of those stupid instruments.

Reagan and Aunt Meg reading.

We left and decided to take Reagan to get his hair cut. He was pretty well behaved until it was time to leave. The hair cutters has a play side where Reagan proceeded to grab all of the Thomas trains (while saying that hideous word "mine) and booked it for the door. We got the trains away which of course led to more fits.

Getting his hair cut and watching Elmo.
It seems so much shorter to me! But he is still a cutie.

We came home, had lunch, and Reagan took a much needed nap.

After the nap we ran lots of errands (Jarrod's to get my rings cleaned, Hobby Lobby, Walmart, Lakeshore, and Target) which you know were all filled with "mine, mine, mine". I don't know where this started. Probably his preschool. But I HATE it. It is so embarrassing. I don't know how to stop him from saying it.

Any advice?

Thanks for letting me vent.

I still love him more than anything,

but gosh he is already getting into the "terrible twos" at 18 months! Help!