Ok, I know it's cliche to say this, but my little boy is growing up. He's no longer a baby anymore, he's a little man with a real personality. He's able to not only form real sentences, but put some tone into them. Not always the tone I want to hear, but there's tone none the less. He not only notices things, but he's able to remember them. He knows, for the most part, what' he's allowed to do and not do, although he chooses to not always remember.
We're still fighting the potty training battle, but I feel we're close. He goes on the potty, just not all the time. It's a slow process that was interupted my Miss Lillian's arrival, but I feel we're back on track, so hopefully soon we'll be ditching those diapers for real big boy pants.
He's has fallen into the roll of big brother perfectly. He loves to play with Lily on her playmat, and brings her her pacifier when she cries. He's not too rough with her and will ask to hold her and talk to her when he does.
Matteo is also his own set of challenges. Terrible two's have been replaced with terrible threes. I now understand moms who said they would take the two's over the three's anytime. Somedays he's fine, and other days the tiniest little thing will send him into a meltdown. He's really big on not doing what he doesn't want to do, and good luck talking him into doing it. There have been several a night where mom or matteo or both are in tears because of a "book, no book" fight.
His "slight" spiderman obcession has given way to a Toy Story obsession, which timed out perfectly because Toy Story 3 came out just before his birthday, although we still have to find time to go see it.
Overall, our little Booga is quite the little man! I think we'll keep him!
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