Before I had kids of my own, I was under the impression that all children were fiercely independent. I had four younger brothers, after all.
When my girls were hitting the terrible twos, I was surprised at how little they seemed to push for independence. These past few weeks, as Truxton’s first birthday draws ever nearer, his longing for independence has thrown us for a loop.
He watches the girls intently and tries to emulate everything that they do. He has come to the conclusion that he is not to be left out on anything.
He will sit at the table with everyone else, he will use regular china, and he will also wave a full size fork threateningly at anyone who has the audacity to try to help him eat.
Is it a boy thing? Because he’s not even one yet.