Some days go kind of like this:
Jesus' light was definitely the saving grace of this day. I realize now that thinking he was ready to ditch naps was a terrible idea. Afternoons bring only frustration and tantrums from an overly tired little person. I'm grateful for the Savior's example to forgive 7x70 and to everyone, even those who hit, poke, or defy. They most likely need extra love. In all the 'tactics' I tried, the most effective at quickly calming was acting quietly, and opening my arms for a hug. He melted more quickly than any of the other things I kept trying. Because he was so tired, he just needed a re-set point that wouldn't fire him up any higher than he already couldn't control. Kids are like Rubik's cubes that repaint their squares each hour of the day. God is good and knows what that little boys needs the most.