My mommy always said, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. I haven't blogged much over the last two weeks.
These two sentences are not unrelated.
Now that I'm officially calling this phase finished, I'll at least mention it. You know, for posterity.
Joey's been... yell-y. A lot. He spent about two weeks completely losing his mind over, well, everything. And anything. And nothing. For weeks. Truth be told, it was awful. He Jekyll'd and Hyde'd most impressively; I mean, literally in the span of two breaths he'd switch between happy and grinning and absolutely howling. At some point shortly (or longly) thereafter, there would be another two breaths and he'd be happy again. It was both incredibly disconcerting and very hard to deal with. Nothing made him happy when he was upset, and anything could make him upset.
Suffice it to say, he was not our favourite person for much of the last couple of weeks.
He's been back to normal for the last couple of days, so I'm calling it an ended phase, but man! I feel like I now have stories from the trenches.
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