And so it begins. The Terrible Twos are upon us again. My sweet little boy has quickly morphed into an independent toddler who pulls his hand away from mine, cries on cue {complete with a quivering bottom lip}, and falls to the floor in utter protest.
Now that he's developed somewhat of a usable vocabulary and a fierce desire for total self-sufficiency, any attempt to help him do anything is met with a forceful "No! Self!"
Like tonight at dinner when his peas kept falling off the spoon and I tried to help. "No! Self!"
When I try to dress him for school? "No! Self!"
Getting into the car? "No! Self!"
I keep reminding myself that this is all part of the developmental process and that I'll secretly miss these moments when they're gone. And I'm actually having, dare I say, fun watching my little man turn into a person - complete with his own quirks and idiosyncrasies.
Besides, you can't really get mad about this stuff, so you might as well laugh. And boy, does he hate it when we do that.
