Soren has turned into a crabby little git over the last couple of days. Mostly it's just that he's passed the early developmental stage in which his wants are the same as his needs. Used to be all he wanted was food, dry pants, hugs, and sleep. Nowadays, his wants are, shall we say, significantly more varied. Yesterday we were at the grocery store, and he was sitting in the cart, and we were going through the checkout line. While I was paying, Soren leaned as far to the side as he possibly could, trying desperately to lick the change dispenser. When I moved the cart over and forward to thwart this disgusting mission he was on, I was rewarded with outraged cries, since obviously I am just the meanest mother ever.
It's much the same at home. Soren, why don't you play with this toy of yours instead of that piece of mail you managed to sneak off the table? DO NOT WANT! Hey buddy, how about we stop playing for a minute so I can change that soaking wet diaper of yours? UNACCEPTABLE! Little sir, won't you please come over here and stop trying to pull the floor lamp over on to yourself? YOU ARE TORTURING ME!
I guess it just means our little guy is growing up. And fortunately, his little outbursts are usually short-lived. (Well, until the next great offense.) He'll learn his boundaries eventually, right?