Just this weekend we observed some significant changes in his behavior. This Saturday I felt like a failure because I couldn't get him to have his teeth brushed. Shallow, I know.
I'm realizing that I feel the fullness of love not in the cute or tender moments, but the times he is willful and won't let me put him down even if I oh so need to pee. Or when he insists to pretend drink from an old, crusty plastic cup, despite repeatedly being told no.
Those moments are a test of will, also for me. A test of willingly loving him, despite the urge to get angry and just "letting him have it".
I can't believe he's not even two! Hahaha!