Bodie is the most even tempered 2 year old, at least when contrasted to the other two mood swinging kids in the house. He's got this uncanny ability to take things in stride, and just go with the flow. The other day at the swimming pool, his Earth ball disappeared, and Bodie didn't throw the slightest fit. He just kept looking for it everywhere, and now and then he'd say "We can find it Daddy." My other 2 boys would have been frantic with distress. We never did find the ball, by the way. He decided it would be easier to find one at Target later on. "We can go to Target after dis," he announced. He adjusted his goggles, then continued his romp in the shallow end.

Bodie has picked up on some of his older brothers' emotional outbursts, however. It's just learning by osmosis.  Actually, their eruptions haven't been so bad lately, since we started the Feingold diet and cut out the food dyes. It really works! Food dyes are pure evil, it turns out. Do your own research.

Anyway, Garrett is especially funny when he's mad, like a furious little Donald Duck. Last weekend Garrett was super tired, crabby, and ready for bed. Out of the blue, Gavin scared him from behind with a loud noisemaker he got from a party. Garrett spun around and went off like a pack of firecrackers on Gavin. "I'm wilwy, wilwy, wilwy, wilwy ANGWY at you, GAVIN! UHHH!" Poor kid. I know the feeling. I get crabby too when I'm tired.

When Bodie gets mad at me for something like helping him get undressed for the bath, he only yells a little bit. He'll say "I wanna do it, Daddy! I WANNA DO IT" To which I'll calmly respond "Are you mad at dad?" mainly because I love his response of late, which is "I'm not mad, I'm just ANGWY!!"

Really though, Bodie is just content to glide through life with a mischievous smirk on his face most of the time. His terrible two tantrums are few and far between - I hope I'm not jinxing it - but he almost always does what he's told the first time I tell him. Now, what kind of two year old is this? It's really mind boggling. I'll say "Boys, get your shoes on and climb in the Jeep." And 3 minutes later, Bodie will be standing by the Jeep with shoes in hand (since he struggles to put them on). Gavin and Garrett will most likely be ignoring my directive until they hear me say "Goodbye guys, we are leaving."

Getting him to eat is a different story, however. He thinks everything is yucky, except for french fries and chicken nuggets. I don't know how he survives, since we don't make his food of choice more than once or twice a week. We don't give in to his demands. We want our kids to enjoy all types of food. Sara is an incredible cook, and she'll be darned if she's going to waste her talents with frozen nuggets. Bodie usually eats a good breakfast, at least, mainly because he's famished from his rejection of the previous night's fare. Hopefully he'll get past this picky stage like his brothers did, without it stunting his growth! (Can that really happen?)