1.10, you confuse me.

I know, I know, I should be prepared. It’s not like 4.0 wasn’t 1.10 a few short years ago. Still, you perplex me.

You wake up in the middle of the night every night. What gives? Five months ago you were already sleeping through the night, and now all of a sudden it’s no good for you? You won’t go to sleep unless I’m there, which is just too cruel a trick to play on me after being the easiest kid to put to bed ever since you were 6 months old.

You won’t shower, because you don’t want to take your clothes off. Every evening when it’s shower-time, we go through a screamfest until you are willing to be separated from your dirty clothes. Then you are happy as a button.

You won’t eat anything healthy, while a mere three months ago you were voluntarily consuming vegetables. The healthiest thing you are willing to eat nowadays are fruits, but mostly it’s chocolate, cookies and some more chocolate. I dig you 1.10, I really do. Chocolate is my favorite food too, but in the name of all that is holly, you were eating fresh fish at 9 months. WHAT HAPPENED?

You understand everything I say to you, but have yet to acquire the willingness to comply. It’s maddening really, your ability to look me in the eyes, grinning devilishly, and blatantly ignore me.

This playing with my mind has got to stop, 1.10. It’s hard enough to keep a straight face long enough so you’ll get the message that what you’re doing is wrong, the mind games are really just… too much.

And you know what the best news are? Only two months left until Terrible Two begins.

If you need be I’ll be crying in the bathroom.

*with regards to Alice.