I guess I never really fully understood why my parents would always tell me, "I hope you have a child just like you..." Well I get it now. Did I seriously pass on all my bad traits to Boston? Not only is he the MOST impatient child I have ever seen in my life, (to the point of extremely annoying and naggy) but I have come to learn that he is also very indecisive. We have already discussed the topic of impatience about me, but anybody who knows me knows that I am also very indecisive. My mom said when I was little I would change my outfit three times a day cause I just couldn't decide on one. So back to Boston....I told Boston yesterday as we were driving to Walmart that he could pick out a toy for doing so good potty training. BIG MISTAKE to tell him that before hand. So we get to the store and I don't even make it in the doors before he is saying, "Mom I wanna pick a toy.....mom....mom.....Look at me....I wanna toy!" Oh my goodness seriously! So I tell him, "ok Boston we have to get one thing before we go over to the toys. " Boston whines back, "Mom I wanna toy!" I'm thinking, "Dude seriously I know you want a toy just wait two seconds and I will take you over there." He continues to whine and cry until we finally get to the toy isle. Then I say, "ok pick a toy." I kid you not, we sat in the toy isle for 20 minutes while Boston tried to decide on a toy. He sat there saying, "I don't know which one mom...um...." while he made this noise with his mouth that he always makes when he doesn't know what he wants. I could have strangled him! I kept saying, "ok if you can't pick a toy then you don't get one" and I would turn the cart around and he would of course freak out and throw the biggest fit and then I would go back thinking that he would just finally pick one quickly....yeah wrong. Oh yeah that's the other thing. I have even started to notice that when he gets mad and throws a tantrum he acts just like I used to when I was little. He does this growling scream and tenses his whole body and locks his arms and legs. Ryan used to call me Bruce Lee when I was little because I did this when I was mad. So now as I have described this to my parents and they have seen it first hand I asked them if I was that bad. You know with the nagging, whining, and no patiences and my mom laughed and told me yes. I asked her how she didn't seriously beat me or at least yell at me more often. She told me it was because I was so cute. I guess that is one good thing Boston has going for him....his face can seriously melt my heart. I hope that soon I will begin to see some of the good traits that I passed on to him....if there is any....everything good he may have gotten from his father.