Amidst all the injuries and other minor miseries of the past few months, it seems as if Jonas (having passed his second birthday) is now in a bit of behavioral regression. Old habits that were thought to be conquered have poked out again, at a time that I must admit is a little less than ideal.
Our family members have been worried about Jonas and his, err, excitability with the baby on the way. We’ve joked about it, we laugh it off. But in the back of my mind I truly am worried. I had pinned my hopes on the idea that he would magically be un-puppified when he hit age two, as his first birthday seemed to mark a rather drastic difference. But now, with a scant 10 weeks left until The Big Show™, I’m becoming increasingly concerned.
There’s not much to do, I suppose, beyond practicing patience and reinforcing his fundamental training. We’ll have to ignore the willful exertions of adolescent dominance and general mischievousness, praying that he doesn’t maul the baby’s face upon first meeting.
But really, if he would just get over his new “defending the castle” schtick we’d be slightly better friends. A leaf, that man cutting his grass and that bird across the street are not a threat to you, sir, and your booming barks do little but scare the living bejeezus out of us. And greatly diminish any chance you have of getting a treat.
