Bean doesn’t want to be a baby anymore. Everything is done her way, by her. “Me do” is a constant refrain in our house. Putting on her clothes, getting her diaper, going potty, washing her hands, brushing her teeth, feeding herself, coloring, playing, going anywhere.
Everything takes 10x as long as it should because she wants to do it herself. Coats get put on upside down and more then half of her dinner ends up in her lap because not only does she want to feed herself, she wants to do it with adult utensils. Most of the time it’s adorable; except for when you’re in a hurry. Then it’s just annoying.
That is why I cherish bedtime- the one time a day where you can see the baby that once was in the way Bean wants to cuddle while we sing our good night songs.
Scorch is old enough now that he cares what people think. We were at a family gathering a few weeks back and he bumped his head on the counter and everyone turned to make sure he was OK. He put on a tough face, then walked calmly out of the room and burst into tears- not because he was hurt but because he was so embarrassed that people were looking at him. Then he was worried people were going to think he was a baby for crying.
Nobody warns you before you have kids all the millions of ways they’ll break your heart simply by just growing up.