I cannot even believe my tiny baby is already this feisty little boy.
Lately, when he is in a good mood, a typical conversation of Simon’s will go something like this: “Daddy’s silly! Mumma’s silly! Simon’s silly! Raaaaarrrr!”
When he is in a grouchy mood, it will be like this: “Up! Up! Up! No up! Down! Down! Color color color! No color! Away! Up! No! Down! Again! More! Away! Noooo coloooor!!!!!“. (This is usually promptly followed by a nap.)
As a mother, I am trying to continue learning to peacefully yet firmly get him through the grouchy times, and to be sure to take time to listen and enjoy the more pleasant moods. His imagination is blowing Jeramy and I away right now, as are the daily strides in vocabulary. He knows what he likes, he has strong little opinions, and he expresses them. Freely. He laughs a lot, and shares his humor with us. He is affectionate, yet stubborn. He likes books, and art, and music, and food, and being outside, all passions that are shared by Mumma and Daddy.
This little guy of mine keeps me on my toes, but I would not have it any other way.