...he is fiercely independent and has to do everything himself, including climbing in and out of the car, buckling his seatbelt, holding and turning the pages of his books, putting on chapstick... You name it, "HAYES!" has to do it solo. This requires a great deal of patience (and an extra few minutes of time to do everything), but trust me, it's the better alternative!
...he loves to go on his dad's shoulders and knows that his poor 'ole mom isn't strong enough to hoist him on hers. This results in commentary every time I pick him up, "Hayes Dada shoulders. Hayes no Mama shoulders."
...his manners are pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. Every time he wants to be picked up, he'll say "Up peeese!". When he knows he can't be picked up, he'll say, "No up peeese! Mama hand." He's quickly learning that the fastest way to get something he wants is to slap a "peeese" at the end of the sentence. Unfortunately, this makes it all the more harder to turn him down when he's asking to do something he can't do (ex/ "Hayes knife peeeese?")...
...he knows how to count from 1 to 10, scattered parts of the alphabet and will sing you the quickest rendition of Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes you've ever heard.
...every day when we open his blinds, he says "Morning sunshine!". When it's cloudy outside, he says, "sunshine hiding". When it's nighttime, he says, "No sunshine. Moon!". The kid provides commentary for everything.
...we've gone from spartan sleeping with a small pillow, no blanket and 2 binkies to requiring a small army of accoutrements to accompany him to sleep. He now insists on a full duvet, two binkies, pillow, Harry the giraffe, George the monkey, a truck and book. You can hardly see Hayes amongst all of the madness by the time he's settled in for the night.
...we're making headway with the sleep re-training so he learns how to fall asleep on his own again. It takes awhile, but I'm happy to report that he's gone to bed sans having his back rubbed to sleep every night for the last 10 days (big time progress for us). This has also taught him how to be an expert in the stall-tactic department. Last night, excuses included the following: he hurt his back, "blanket on!", he bumped his head, he needed some water, he needed another book, his bum hurt, "more beebee", he needed to poo, he needed the light on. Exhausting but hilarious at the same time.
...good deeds are rewarded with M&Ms. Somewhere along the way, having a bath every night resulted in having a post-soak M&M... I'm picking my battles.
...he's mastered the art of jumping and practices often. Here's a clip of him and his best bud, Ollie jumping at gym class last week: