The sweetest, most cheerful baby I've ever met, has suddenly realized something: he's two years old.
His opinions on things are so strong, that he says "NO" with his entire body.
Nothing that I suggest is "OK" with him...until he suddenly decides that it was HIS idea all along.
Mr. Sunshine has turned into Mr. Make Mommy's Life A Stressful Wreck, and there's no help for it.
Some days, by the time Greg gets home from work, I've had the "fight" beaten straight out of me, and I don't feel able make even the smallest decision. Someone asks me if they can have more dressing on their salad, and I turn into a stammering mess. My nerves are shot; it's exhausting.
But then there is that delightful smile.
And the belly laughs.
And once again, I am charmed by my little social terrorist.
This too shall pass....
