From day one, Zoodle has generally been a fairly easy kid to take care of. He's usually a decent sleeper, and he is pretty compliant, and while he isn't cheerful 100% of the time, he tends to be a happy kid.
But about a week after his birthday, he must have woken up and suddenly said, "Hey...I'm two years old! I'd better start acting like it!"
Suddenly my little sweetie pie is exerting his independence.
"I do it!!!" he cries, as he tries to open a string cheese package that is definitely not meant to be opened by two-year-old hands.
"I want mommyyyyyy!" he wails as he tries to open his bedroom door, having climbed from his big boy bed at bedtime.
"I want daddyyyyy!" he insists when Mommy holds him.
"I want Grammyyyyy!" he begs at random times.
And "Ah gan in iwamah go!" he says, over and over and over. Or he says something like that, and your guess on the translation is as good as mine.
I suppose I was silly to think it would always be smooth sailing...but some days I just wish my 24 1/2-month-old would be replaced in the night by his 23-month-old self. Of course, to get to the point that I have a potty trained child who can dress himself, I guess we have to make it through this age.
Thankfully, he entertains me with what he says; he impresses me with the skills he gains; and he still has a frequent smile that melts my mommy heart.
I guess that means he's a pretty awesome kid after all.