Jeremiah's Journal

I had a really BAD day followed by a really GOOD day recently. Sunday night was the "big breakthrough" night. I have a tendency to throw tantrums which drives Mommy crazy. Last Sunday night I was very tired but I don't like to go to bed in my room (I'd much rather sleep with Mommy and Daddy in their big ol' bed). Mommy made me sleep in my bed and I cried for a long, long time. At first I thought Mommy and Daddy were so mean for letting me cry with the door closed. I gave 'em a good fight though and didn't let up crying for 2½ hours straight. But I got tired and Mommy finally raised her voice and told me she had enough of my tantrums. Well, after I found out she really meant what she said, I gave up the fight, quieted down and went to bed like a good boy. Today I made up for it by being my usual active and crazy self! I was bouncing all over the place. I went outside, jumped in the six-inch layer of soft fallen leaves and played in the playground. Back at h

"With Jeremiah, who needs television?" A friend visiting my parents said those words, as she was apparently engrossed in watching me doing what I usually do in the evening. It was a Wednesday night, and I was playing around with crayons, my make-shift desk, and chair.. add a little "sofa diving" (that's where I climb to the top edge of the sofa, and jump off to the giant soft pillow cushion) for variety, nothing out of the ordinary, for me anyways. As the regulars to my web site can see, there hasn't been an journal entry for more than 2 months. I'm beginning to understand my parents' words to me, but I can't reply very well. I do what I can, believe you me. My parents say that I'm in my toddler years now. I'm told that I got an early start. I'm told that I love running around and give a running commentary along with all the action. I love climbing. I love food. I love crayons and markers. I love to pour things out onto the floor. I l