Cody has entered these full-force. Head on collision, even.
Two weeks ago my sweet boy would take a drink out of his sippy cup, say, "ahh" like we taught him, & set it down carefully on the table, just as we taught him.
Today, he chugged a swig, then chucked it across the room.
We then had a ten minute battle, complete with tears & screaming & timeouts, before he set it down on the table.
When did my sweet boy become the spawn of Satan? & more importantly, how is it that people all over the world continue to have children after events such as these?
I know it's a phase. & I understand that this is just a part of growing up, & it's got to be hard to be a two year old & not understand the ways of the world.
BUT IT'S SO DANG FRUSTRATING!
The end. :)