Sing, goddess, the rage of September's mother Elena.

Yesterday, under the influence of pregnancy hormones, I flew into quite a rage over absurdities with our apartment complex. Isaiah stared, enthralled, as I stormed about the living room, shouting my indignation and searching for harmless items to destroy. Then, gleefully, he began to join in, flapping his arms wildly, and shouting.

It may have been a pretty good impression, but the huge grin somewhat ruined the effect... and softened my rage.


1 comment:

Wendy said...

This age is really quite entertaining as they start imitating us! Connor is constantly pretending to sneeze, but makes a big deal of practically falling to the floor in the process.