It feels like every time I get my feet under me with this whole parenting thing, a new “phase” kicks in. Right about the time I start getting cocky and thinking that I’m killing the mom game (hah - is there such a thing?!) my son seemingly becomes a new person overnight and I’m left trying to figure out how to adjust and be the best mom to him I can be. Last weekend at Christmas my brother in law witnessed one of my son’s new favorite things - epic (and I mean EPIC) tantrums...
