Pictureless Post

I always put off posting if I don't have new pictures, but I realized I can write about my Ollie without pictures....

Before Oliver turned one, I was convinced he was definitely Alex's kid...mellow, easily pleased, attentive. When he hit 13 months, I started to see signs of trouble a' brewin'. He was turning into me! He turned into a little fireball...busy, stubborn, picky, defiant. He spins and spins and goes a million miles an hour. Maybe this is just toddler hood, but I suspect he got more of my genes than I'd first thought.
This weekend was especially "busy" for the Oliver. He got into EVERYTHING and learned to scream for attention. I ignore most of the behavior I deem as "naughty" but sometimes I just have to laugh at him. He is generally so obediant, but every now and then he'll push the limits when I say "no."
I know I'm not the first Mama to write a blog about their toddler this way, but I am just so amused by this part of motherhood. I know I have a job to teach him, to be an example for him, but sometimes I really have to sit back and laugh at him when he throws a fit. Of course I turn my head and hide my giggles, but gosh..I am SO entertained by him. Is it terrible for me to be amused when he cries about something he can't have? I don't feel a devilish delight, but I do delight in seeing him learn coping skills. Does this even make sense? I'm just enjoying the boy he's turning into. I feel like I'm getting to know the "person" in him. He is one crazy little clone of his Mama. Uh-Oh....