A moment

We have been roughing the transition to a shared room, which has been dicey, at best. It's left everyone in a fantastic mood, particularly mommy.  

The other day Noah threw a tantrum of epic proportions. For two hours we battled. At one point, he stormed off on his tricycle (we were at a park) and I let him go, hoping it would blow off some steam. After riding a few circles around the small lake, he suddenly stopped and pointed out a rainbow he saw in the water fountain.  I was still seething, but seized the moment to join in his excitement and praise him for finding it. I made some quick remark that we should tell daddy about it later. 

That night, when Noah woke at 2am to his brother screaming in the crib next to him, the first thing he asked is if we could tell Terah he had seen the rainbow.  It's funny how we have completely different memories of the day.  I remembered the day as the Day Noah Had One of the Worst Tantrums Ever, and yet he remembered the rainbow. 

And that is why life with Noah is always an adventure.