Hmmmmm

I don't know what to title this. Our youngest one seems to think he needs to be LOUD to be heard, and whenever he doesn't like what someone is doing, he yells. Swift, consistent consequences are not helping. I don't think I am going to live until he is four. And I am having a hard day with Alicia dying. We wrote thank yous last night, so I am sure that is why. And we still need to clean out her apt, and I just want to get that over with, but I dread going over there and yet I still want to help Craig with it.
I am ready for summer and the ability to just go outside without having to put layers on. I miss the beach and the warm sand, sound of the water and breeze.
Well, the young gun is yelling.