Who knew?

Who knew it was so hard to be 2 years old? Oh, the drama. Oh, the heartbreak. Oh, the sadness when you have to do things you don't want to do. These days, I seem to be a terribly mean, awful mom. I mean, making my little boy hold my hand while we cross a parking lot? Oh, the thought! Giving him grapes instead of chips? Oh my! Sometimes I have a hard time not finding it humorous. I must admit though, I have a feeling that this whole next year will be filled with drama, screaming, and resistance. I mean, his independence has only just begun, right?

Who knew you didn't have to brush your teeth or eat your vegetables? Who knew that you could use a spoon without help, or not put your toys away when asked? The solution to all of these independence issues seems to be crying, screaming, and perhaps falling on the floor in a stiff lump of little boy.

These are trying times. For me, and for Caleb. I'm well aware this is only the beginning of my control fading away, and independent thinking taking over. I'm glad I'll have control of another life soon....at least for a couple years. :)

"The fundamental job of a toddler is to rule the universe."