Really Luke Really

Luke is being quite the handful. Jack had a cold a couple weeks ago and now Luke has it. You would think maternal love would take over and the nurturing side would shine through, but this child makes that impossible. He screams and cries all the live long day. If for some reason he isn't crying he honestly goes out and finds something to make him cry. He has discovered a couple really good spots to induce crying- the bathroom is loaded with them: toilet, tub, cabinet, and apparently the door frame, and I have temporarily moved this shelf thing into our living room, minus the shelves, so he just has to stand up underneath it to hit his head thus producing the cry. He isn't lovey or sweet, he won't sit with you for more than the length of time it takes to throw his head, elbows, and feet right into your stomach, and he refuses to take medicine- you have to pen him down, hold him upside down, and sometimes even squeeze his mouth open. He has a runny nose and if you try to wipe it he acts like you have just punished him beyond belief, and I have to wipe it every 15 minutes. There are moments when you think maybe he is better, but this just leads to situations where he will once again cry. These things include but are not limited to: hitting the dog, playing with the water heater, turning the washer on or off(whichever you don't want him to do), throwing food, throwing his cup, knocking down Jack's car ramps, lodging himself between the wall and where we have stowed our busted computer, throwing balls inside and probably at people/animals, and throwing things out of the tub while he is in the tub and refusing to sit while in tub. I think I speak for the whole family when I say-- Get Better Luke!!