Holy balls, having a toddler is so much harder than anyone ever let on. I'm talking harder than having a newborn, being awake all night, being thrown up on. That was all the easy stuff. It just gets harder from here on out, you guys.
Lets start with attitude. Holy, attitude... You have no idea. This little boy is sweet as can be, but he has started screaming your ear off when he needs something, wants something you have, or sees an animal. Yes, I said sees an animal. The kid loves dogs and cats. To entertain him, I use our Xbox to get on youtube and we watch those funny dog videos. He shrieks. Actually, shrieks is a better word than screaming. Because he is not crying or upset, he is just shrieking to get your attention. This morning, while I was making his breakfast, the kid about pulled my pajama pants down while bouncing up and down, shrieking, and signing "more". Yes, child, I get it, you are hungry. Be quiet!
He really has only developed an attitude in the past week or two. He really started the day my mom got here this past week. Or that is when I noticed it hardcore... I don't know where my baby went, but I want him back, pleeeeeeease.
I will say that I still get morning cuddles, which make up for everything are awesome. I love sitting in our big chair, he cuddles me while I drink my coffee. This morning we watched Winnie the Pooh.
Potty training is the devil. He has had so many accidents. Several of which he has played in before I realized it happened... I didn't even know where to start with those accidents. I had a conversation with a few Moms via comments on the blog about potty training. And one of the tips I got was to put "big boy undies" under his diaper during potty training. That way he can feel the wet and uncomfortable underwear, I don't imagine one would enjoy that feeling too much. So we are going to try that. I'm trying to wait until I know I have a few days completely open so we can do a solid few days of potty training.
Bear is really social. So social, that he basically climbed on the woman's lap at the library. We attended a Story Time with our playgroup. My friend Tara's little girl hardly moved an inch away from her, while my child probably greeted everyone in the room. When it was time to sing and watch the woman do the puppets, Bear wanted NOTHING to do with me. Wouldn't sit in my lap, explored the room instead. This child, man.
When Daddy is not home, he is definitely the man of the house. Look at this kid, he lounges to watch tv. Furniture climbing is going to be the end of me. He scares the living crap out of me when he climbs.