My newest nephew, who was given the name of Jazz Lyric Nathaniel Plumb, has reached his 'terrible twos' and they're worse than anyone could have possibly imagined.
This is his usual posture. He's incredibly demanding and cries all the time.
Even the plumbot Kaydence brought from Oasis Landing covers her ears.
The whole family was over for a feast party gathering, and he stole the show, quite literally. Most of us realize the depth of the problem.
Potty training was a nightmare. When I was over there, Jazz missed the entire potty.
There are times, though, when Jazz looks like a 'normal' baby. But unfortunately those times are few and very far between.
Somehow he got an IF doll and started singing to it. Maybe he'll live up to his name and be musical like his daddy.
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