He got the memo. . .

Over the past few weeks, Brady has become the quintessential 2 year old. This was to be expected, but as we had enjoyed a peaceful few months I was hoping that we would somehow skip the whole 2 year old experience and sail along as I would smugly watch all the other 2 year olds throwing tantrums around me.

So much for that.

Now for the most part he is still a pleasant happy child. But he has discovered his stubborn streak (again no idea where that came from) and when he digs his heels in he is firmly stuck.

Example of a typical morning at our house as of late:

Mommy: "Do you want to wear your Elmo shirt?"
Brady: "NO!"
Mommy: "Do you want to wear your bike shirt?"
Brady: "NO! No, Elmo Shirt".

As I am pulling it over his head. . .
Brady: "No, No No Mommy, bicycle shirt. No pants, no pants, no pants!!" (Accompanied by some theatrical screaming).

Getting out the door:
Mommy: "Ok, time to go take a ride in Mommy's car"
Brady: "NO ride in mommy's car" (Stubbornly refusing to move, which means I have to carry him, a computer bag, a purse and whatever supplies he will need in daycare that day).
On the way to the car (me carrying him):
Brady (occasionally kicking, screaming, and thrashing): "NO NO NO NO I walk I walk I walk!"
When I put him down:
"NO. . .Mommy carry Mommy carry"

My mantra these days. . .

Pick your battles, pick your battles, pick your battles. . . .