These Are the Days

As I grow bigger, so do my traits, thoughts and intentions. My thoughts are ones of independence in that I am really trying to do lots of things on my own. Yet, I’m still willing to let someone feed me. For some reason I just don’t see the need to put food in my own mouth when I know that if I don’t eat someone will come along and help me out. Someday they’ll figure it all out, but for now, this works. Oh and you must be wondering how that potty training is going. Yeah…about that, it’s non-existent, my parents have resigned to the fact that I will 1) either be in a diaper for the rest of my life; or 2) will eventually succumb to society pressures and teach myself. Don’t get me wrong, my mother is filled with snide remarks, all the while I push back.

Something that I just find amusing as anything is when asked a question, I simply respond with HUH in a high pitched voice and smile. Thinking this was amusing my mother now responds back with HUH. We get into a HUH battles to see who can say it more. Oh and am I particular? Yeah, you could say that. I have to have things a certain way, or you have to do something a certain way, or I get upset. The type A personality is shining through more and more, so much so it makes my mother question where that B personality of my father’s ran off to. When I want something, I want it now. When I can’t have something, I’m going to tell you in a most definite voice that I don’t approve of your timing as you’re a slacker in my eyes. As I grow, my patience for nuances in life shrinks. But then I snap right back to the happy go lucky kid that I've come to be known as.