Did someone say that the terrible Two's start at two? Well, Will has definitely hit that milestone a little early, (he's advanced, what can we say?).
After a day of super stimulating super fun time at the daycare, Will is ready to let loose all of his grief and tension from being so good (the daycare ladies absolutely love him. He's very well behaved). So when I go to pick him up the demands begin in earnest as soon as I strap him into his car seat.
Unfortunately Will has not mastered the subtleties of the English language (although he's fluent in Whine-ease), and his frustration at his inability to communicate his needs is expressed in volume.
He's learned a couple new tricks: he stamps his little feet and falls on the floor, rolling around as if the sky is falling. When we try to pick him up he goes all noodle limp and and screams, squeezes out a few tears and lies on the floor at our feet. If we try to put him somewhere he doesn't want to be, he kicks his legs in our arms.
It gets a little exhausting, but we do have the weekends where Will reverts back to his sweet, happy self again.
He still loves exploring new places and being in new situations. He loves to press all the buttons he can as well.
