My littlest one can be quite a handful. He’s moody, extremely strong-willed and likes to do things in his own little way. Heaven forbid that you should pick up some toy or other item that he has placed just where he wants it…he has quite the temper too. *smile*

Yesterday I told him he had to get himself dressed if he wanted to go visit Aunt Honey. He took his clothes off, no problem there, but trying to put on the shorts and shirt that I had put out was another story. The shorts went on his head and after we had fixed that he tried to put his feet through his shirt. But we made it, made a big deal of it and he was very happy with himself.

Sometimes, however, I don’t have a lot of time to allow him to try to dress himself. Sometimes he’s helpful but most times he’s not. Recently, while fighting with him to dress, I whined a bit, saying, “Quinn, you’re almost 6 years old and if you can’t dress yourself, you can at least help Mommy get you dressed!” He reached up and patted my cheek, “Don’t be sad, Momma.” And of course, Momma just melted.