My pint-sized Jekyl and Hyde

My kid keeps life interesting, that's for sure.  

We decided he's going through his terrible twos early after I got an email saying they could start at 18 months and he has turned into a pint-sized Jekyl and Hyde.

He's trouble, and he's so stinking cute, and knows the exact moment to turn on the charm.

This morning, he threw a big, ugly fit and kicked the daylights out of me while I changed his diaper and wriggled free of me after I got his pants on and ran all over the house while I was grinding my teeth and trying to get a shirt over his head.  

About the minute I was getting ready to give up and leave him in the care of our two dogs and go about my day (just kidding....mostly), he flipped the script and went all, "Hi mommy!  Shoes on.  Bye bye.  I loooooooooove you.  Carseat?"

Well played, little man.  Well played.

Silas throws a screaming fit for a million miles and finally succumbs to that nap he was fighting

Silas drags all of his bedding onto the cold, tile floor and finally stops screaming for the first time since we got home (that's my concealer that found its way into the dryer on his pillow - the concealer that usually lives in my makeup bag...hmmm)

Silas does his own hair with water from the dog dish and is then confined to that chair while I finish making dinner