This is me and the little man. He's 20 months old now (hard to believe). He's become quite opinionated about certain things. The other day he threw a twenty minute tantrum because I put on shirt on him. How dare I? Really? Clearly I know nothing about the benefits of walking around naked. But truly it has been a challenge lately. Even Mila said the other day, "That little dude is certainly screaming a lot today." (She's taken to calling him "dude" lately, which I suppose is better than "the baby" which she had been calling him previously).
But yes, we are approaching the terrible twos, which actually start long before you reach two and often extend long past it. There are these moments, though, that just melt me into a puddle. He had climbed into my lap, you'll notice he does not have a shirt on, but is wearing a cape (obviously), snuggled in, and flashed the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. That boy does know how to get to his mama's heart.
Also, in case you're interested: the cutest little super heros. The cape Phoenix is wearing was made by my dear friend, Nikki, who also provided the article I linked to above.