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driving the car and my sleeping room

this is the face of glee.
don't worry, he's sitting in daddy's lap.
on our way home from school last night, john kept saying, "i want to drive!" and he wouldn't accept my answer of "give it 14 years or so, baby."

so last night when we got home, the whole family piled into the front seat of daddy's car so john could "drive" us around. he was in rare form, turning the steering wheel, flipping the windshield wipers on and off, and having daddy help him honk the horn.

i'm glad we did this now, because he won't be fooled long - we did turn the car on so he could see all the lights, but he obviously didn't go anywhere. and that was ok, except for one moment when he said, "no, i want to drive OUT THERE! go THAT way!" as he pointed over our shoulders and out the garage door.

to which i repeated ... "give it 14 years or so, baby."

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the driving interlude was a very pleasant break in what's been a pretty trying time with john lately - he is obviously feeling very two-ish and wanting to establish his independence, push his boundaries, and tell mommy and daddy a whole lot of "no!" all normal stuff, i know, so we try to find the humor in his breakdowns rather than the frustration. and sometimes we even succeed.

the good news is that even a defiant john is often a very endearing little fellow, as my husband discovered this morning. when we heard john stirring in his room, daddy went to check on him and get him up.

he walked into john's bedroom without turning on the light, and john yelped from his crib, "i playing in my sleeping room! that way, daddy! close the door. night night!"

no adult has ever been kicked out of a child's room more cutely. and what a delightfully logical name for his room - if the living room is a LIVING room, then his bedroom is a SLEEPING room. and he played there happily for another 20 minutes or so. 

i guess two isn't all terrible.
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