In 16 short months Mr Blue Eyes has evolved from a tiny limp noodle in my arms to a walking, screeching, laughing, borderline toddler. He's learning to color and hold a crayon, open doors, express his wants, likes and dislikes - it's pretty easy to tell when he is not happy. My sweet little boy has entered the hitting phase. It's very calculated and planned out. He cocks his arm back, wrinkles up his brow and with all his might unleashes his furry accompanied by a fierce grunt. When that arm gets cocked back, you know he means business. I am a little fearful at times. He has a temper like someone I know. And it's NOT the author.
Business or not, it's everything I can do to suppress the giggles.
I just want to scoop him up and squeeze him.
I know it's poor behavior. But it's so darn cute.
Every attempt at sparking his own independence radiates a smile from deep within my core. My little blue eyed boy is getting so big. Budding with personality.
His recent accomplishment... brushing his own teeth.
He watches Sissy stand on my little bench in the bathroom each night and brush her teeth. The other morning while I was getting ready, he pointed at the tooth brushes and attempted to climb up on the stool. I gave him a boost, turned on the water and handed him his tooth brush.
No demonstration needed.
He's been watching, taking notes and waiting for his chance to brush his own toofers.
He's so cute!
Such a big boy!
Well done Mr Blue Eyes!
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