John fell asleep on the couch after he refused to take a nap in his room. I love his chocolate lips, but hate all the boundry-testing he's been up to lately. He can be so lovey one minute, and throwing the mother-of-all temper tantrums the next. I'm afraid his only childhood memories are going to be of 'time-out.' Poor kid. Poor me, though, really. My nerves are frazzled. I'm sure this is going to pass, but I'm wondering when.