A few days ago I told Lex
that I was tired of answering so many “why?” questions. We also
talked a bit about how he was using the word “why” when he
probably meant “how” and a bit about the difference between the
two words. Funny boy has now taken it to the other extreme and
asks me “how” questions a million times a day. “Mommy, how did
you stop talking to me until we got to the post office?” “How
can I not have more milk?” etc. Know what I mean. Too many
questions and now they don’t even make sense. Serves me right
for trying to get him to ease up on the “why” questions :)

In other news, Alan bought a new door
handle for Lex’s door on Sunday, and we can now lock him in.
This sounds awful, but it’s been very helpful. We have only had
to use it twice and both times the tantrum has dissipated
quickly. Better yet, Alan and I escaped relatively unscathed so
we were able to stay sane for the rest of the day.
Yay!