Usually this would have me fretting and pacing and having long conversations with Les about our plan of attack. I am not doing any of those things however, I kind of want to strangle Liam sometimes right now, but mostly I am a bit amused at his behavior.
He's three. He is being typically three. He is testing boundaries. He is exerting his individuality. He is snubbing his nose at family convention.
For about 50% of the time he is refusing to take us seriously, 30% of the time we see open rebellion, and the remaining 20% is chock full of sweet buhbbuh kisses, crooning love songs, hugs and back pats.
He is also really getting into the swing of things and he has hit that stage where he LIVES to "help Mama". He will spontaneously clean his room one time and then, the next time he will sit in a huddled and weeping heap attempting to refuse the clean up that is necessary after a room exploding play session.
His speech is going great and he has been able to make the "s" sound and the beginning of the "th" sound- for the first time ever.
I am not freaked out by his behavior at all. It's typical for a boy his age. Typical is good.
For the first time ever, we are dealing with typical instead of "adoption issues", instead of "post-institutionalized behavior", instead of grief.
We have reached to point where he is relaxed enough, secure enough, bonded enough to just be...typical.
Typical is good. Great even.
We'll take a bit of typical.
Even if typical means a bit of, well... a bit of this...
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