It’s a good thing he’s cute.
And he is, isn’t he?
My son is going to be twenty months old in about a week. And while I don’t generally use the month labels anymore, my friend and I both agree that twenty is a big one. It just suddenly feels like he’s almost two, you know?
And that? Absolutely blows my mind.
Well apparently the boy got the “almost two” memo as well because he’s been locating buttons and pushing with wild abandon. Screaming: mommy! Give me boundaries! (not literally, but it’s there. in the subtext.
Never has this been more evident than yesterday morning. He woke up early so we got some time to play before we had to get ready for work and school. We played mega blocks for a while, and when he wanted to move on to trains, I told him – as I always do – that he needed to clean up his blocks first.
Where my sweet, obedient, good-listener of a baby would have immediately begun placing blocks in the bag, my new nearly-two-year old toddler did not. Instead, he looked me directly in the eye with an air of defiance and said, “No. Mama neen up.” Which, in case you’re not versed in toddler-speak, roughly translates to: “No, Mom. Clean that sh*t up yourself.”
Oh Lordy. Here we go.
And before I go, a quick update on the weaning process: Today was the first day that Gus had zero boob time in the morning. This was not necessarily by design as we woke up very late, but the end is the same. He whined and cried for it but then was easily mollified with a snack and a cup of water. I’m sure it won’t always be that easy but hey. One day at a time.