Lil' Lamb is a toddler tyrant. Wingnut and I opine frequently that it is a good thing he was not our first, otherwise there would have been none following. We say this all in jest, but seriously, this pint-sized baby Napoleon is giving us a run for the money. As I type even now, his high-pitched scream of displeasure pierces me through.
He's been the.worst.baby.ever about everything. He's had a personal vendetta against sleep from the day he was born. He is frequently up before 6:30 in the morning, and loves to share his joy at the arrival of the day with everyone, you know with high pitched screeching. He is fiercely independent and must do everything himself. Woe to the helpful sibling.
His diet is still horrible. He eats hardly anything that isn't completely laced with sugar, with the exception of "chicky", which is any kind of meat and "beans-beans". Most everything else is greated with "eeeeewwwwwww! icky!" Weaning is not going well, although I have cut out the between nap and nighttime nursing. We all desperately need the little guy to sleep when he will and so I can't see having him completely weaned for a little while yet.
He doesn't really play. He marauds wreaking havoc and destruction as he goes. He also needs no fewer than 3 people paying complete attention to him at all times. We've had to password protect all the electronics, because in his mind, any small tech gadget left within his reach belongs to him--"My iPad!" Good luck wrenching that from his sticky little paws.
Yes, he is our wonderfully strong-willed, cute little tyrant. We wouldn't have him any other way.