I like to call it being independent.
And I also think nearly everyone who knows me would say I have strong opinions about certain things and will negotiate and defend said position until the cows come home.
I like to call it being certain about where I stand on things.
And to my husband who is reading this: I can see you nodding your head and smiling. I'm just sayin'.
So then, it should come as no surprise that our two-year old son is a bit
And also, it should also come as no surprise that the two-year old boy and the forty-year old mama play tug-of-war-with-words quite often. (But I always win. He just doesn't know that.)
For example, last weekend when I was trying to work my way through a very long TO-DO list, I would kick it into high gear the minute I put Adam down for a nap. I figured I could accomplish in an hour of nap time what would take me three hours when he was awake.
Alas, the boy had another idea.
He'd perch himself on the bottom ledge of the gate at the top of the stairs and begin calling my name over and over and over again.
After twenty or so versions of "Mama!", "Mom!", "Mama-cita!" had been hurled down the stairs at me with no response, he tried another tactic.
(pitiful voice) "Mama, my tummy is hurtin. I feelin sick. I need 'da medicine."
(pitiful voice) "Mama, now my head is hurtin'. I need more of 'da medicine."
"Mama, come sleep wiff me. I missin' my mama."
(no answer, but Oh, my! The sweetness!)
And finally this:
(cheery voice) "Hi Mama! I sleeped so good! I taked a long nap. I just got up!"
Pretty slick for such a little boy.
I can't wait to see what he comes up with when he learns to drive.