Mr. Independent

I have been a vocal defender of a the toddler 'tude.  The ability of these tiny humans to go from such joyous, screeching laughter in one second to the hair-raising, deafening screams of rage in the next second has a diagnosis in the adult-world: bipolar.  I truly believe that 99.9% of these little people suffer from toddler bipolarism, and all parents are ladened with the task of attempting to teach them to overcome this affliction by the time they reach the point in childhood where it's no longer appropriate to have your child throw his/her head back in a fit of verbalized rage when your shopping cart doesn't stop and/or slow in the Goldfish aisle to provide them with a snacking opportunity.

While Henry is 100% full of energy and personality, he has a surprising ability to pull himself together most of the time.  For those out there questioning whether I'm making this up, I readily admit this doesn't happen always, but more often than not, we can discuss, reason, and get control.  I recognize this as a blessing because I know this isn't always the case with toddlers.  Naivete led me to believe that because Walter was a more laid back baby, toddlerhood would be even better.  Boy was I wrong.  And I swear I can hear God chuckling at this assumption...

This sweet face, my precious little mini-Paul, has decided that he is 100% independent.  And he thinks he's in charge, too.

 

 I will readily admit that this is a really tough age.  I suspect Walter understands 90% of what's going on and what we're saying to him.  But his communication is very, very limited. He can say, Mama, Dadda, Juh-juh (Gigi), uh-oh (we've MASTERED that one!), guh (milk, duh!), and cah-ker (cracker). Cah-ker can mean Goldfish, cookie, Teddy Grahams, etc. - you just have to hope you guess the right one.  He's really good at grunting and pointing, and if you're lucky, you'll figure out what he wants and avoid upsets.  But sometimes, upsets can't be avoided.  Like those times your 14-month-old decides he wants to skip his fruits and veggies and go straight to the cah-kers....

 

So like any good Mama would do, I calmly explain over the screaming child that he has to eat his veggies and/or fruits before he can eat junk.  And like any good toddler, he backhands his food to the left.

 And then, just to prove his point, he continues to scream and backhands the food behind him.

And because it is wholly illogical to continue hitting his food across the kitchen, that is, of course, the choice of the toddler.  He gets up from his seat, continues to cry, and bats the food six feet away. 

 Unbelievable.

And, of course, his next move was to ensure his feelings were fully understood.  And heard. [Can I please just say that this photo makes my heart well up with love? Yes, I know that's weird, but whatever. I just want to reach through this photograph, grab this precious human, and hold him while he tries to wriggle away and I giggle and hold him tighter.]

Please note that while it took a little longer than normal, Mama prevailed in this situation.  He ended up finishing his fruits/veggies, and was then handed some Goldfish as a reward.  Dr. Dobson would be proud. :)

And just because I've been terrible about keeping my blog up in the last few months, here are a few other things I love about this child.

He is all up in his brother's business.  Henry tolerates him pretty well.  I mean, he even voluntarily shares his milkshake.  That's some true brotherly love.

 He loves the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  And prefers to watch it approximately 4 inches from the screen.

 He loves snack cups.  If he sees one on the counter, he throws a fit [for an example of his fit-throwing abilities, see above] until you hand it to him.  It doesn't necessarily have to have anything in it.

 He also loves his teething necklaces.  So he wears them a lot around the house.  But no, we don't let him wear them in public.  Yet.

He is surprisingly coordinated and very careful. Especially compared to Henry.  He is much better about paying attention to different levels, slopes, etc.  If he suspects he might get thrown off, even by a mere 1/2 inch, he will carefully bend over to ensure he makes the step.  Even if that slows his duck chasing a little.

He loves to listen to music on the iPad.  And just like Henry, he prefers the Itsy Bitsy Spider.  What is it about that song?  Is it the actual song, or the fact that they're both boys and they can sense that spiders are gross, creepy, and slightly dangerous?!?

So despite the fact I'm living with two bipolar mini-humans, life couldn't be better.  Both kiddos went to bed with smiles on their faces, and they know, despite the occasional fruit and/or veggie fight, that they are loved to the moon and back.