Oh how do I even express my feelings about Cdc these days. He is still kind of in transition between babyhood and preschooler. He wants so much to be a big boy, but he is just not quite ready to give up the benefits of babyhood.
Yet it feels strange to even say that because he's been pretty independent for quite a while now! I mean he potty-trained himself nearly a year ago, he gets himself dressed daily, feeds himself, climbs in his carseat, and the list goes on and on. He doesn't even want us to carry him very often.
On the other hand:
He still needs his bum wiped (tmi?) - although he likes to refer to this as me "checking" his bum because he attempts to wipe himself.
He is so determined to get dressed by himself - yet it takes him a while and he whines through the hard parts like zippers and snaps.
He is capable of feeding himself, yet he doesn't. Therefore he either ends up whining about being alone at the table after we are all done, loses his meal, or cons us into feeding him. This has little to do with liking or not liking the food either, he will eat anything if we feed him!
We recently decided to try turning his carseat rear-facing again like Arc...which he LOVED! Then we realized he has actually outgrown his carseat altogether and had to go buy him a high-back booster. He was, in turn, thrilled about that.
But the overarching theme with Cdc is that he still "needs" us. And much of the time he doesn't know how to handle the conflict of needing us while also being independent! And that is precisely why I absolutely love two-year-olds! And Cdc is my very favorite two-year-old so far. No offense to Cpc (I might have enjoyed it more with him had I been getting a decent amount of sleep though! :)
Decorating his cookie, and wiping his tears with his doggy's ear.
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