My 17mo

My 17mo boy is slowly creeping towards the dreaded terrible-two stage.

He is no longer a baby, though I still think of him as such. He is definitely his own person, and he lets us know that ALL the time.

When I tell him it's time to leave the playground, he throws a tantrum. When I tell him it's time to come up from the pool, he slaps my face (!). When his biscuit gets knocked out of his hand, he looks everywhere for it. When his older brother takes his toys away from him, he asks us to take it back for him. He knows that Kai's spectacles is not a toy, and hands it back to me when I asked him to.

But of all the wonderful things he does, my favorite is when he kisses me. :-)