The wee man has reached an age where he just seems older, bigger and possibly even wiser. You can actually have a proper conversation with him now and well actually he never stops talking. We have reached that stage where we really have to be careful what we say. His favourite questions is "What's that?" like a sponge absorbing everything. "Mummy look", at even the smallest thing, "it's a tree". "Yes baby just like the other tree next to it that you just pointed out."
Even his tantrums have "developed" as he becomes ever so smarter and wiser to his mummy. I have a limit I can reach sometimes and I start raising my voice, getting ever more cross and then he does his thing. He looks at you and smiles and says "Mummy" and when I don't answer he says it again looking closer at you with that cheeky grin "Mummy". What is a mother supposed to do really?
The other day I said to him that he needed to take his shoes off before he could play and before I knew it there he was sitting down pulling his own shoes off. I get it, nothing to write home about and jump around screaming "he did it, can you believe it! he did it!" but I'll be honest a small part of me looked on in awe. It's because it is that step towards independence no matter how small it is. That step towards relying less on his mummy. I like to believe and hope that he will always "need" me but he is slowly becoming his own little person and it is always a beautiful thing to watch and be a part of.
I'm linking this up with Small steps Amazing achievments over at Ethan's Escapades