There comes a time when a self-respecting toddler must shed the oppressive yoke of parent coddling and strike out on her own to test her mettle in the game of life--that time has come for this toddler. When my parents try to help me put on my shoes or my diaper, navigate stairs, turn on lights, close the garage door, use keys, walk a crowded sidewalk, cross the street, pour juice, push elevator buttons, drive the car, I give them a loud firm reminder--”SELF!”--that I prefer and am quite capable (in some cases) of doing for myself. Sometimes I have to be firm: “Go away, Mommy/Daddy, go away!” My parents tell me that I shouldn’t say such things, but this reaction just makes me more insistent.
When I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years..