Who is this child?

We've had several instances lately of the stereotypical 2-year-old behavior. Tantrums here and there, picky eating (he used to eat anything you put in front of him), not wanting to do the daily routine things, such as getting a bath, getting dressed or going to bed. None of those things has ever been a problem before.

We had a couple of those instances during the Christmas weekend. He asked for apple sauce then wouldn't eat it. He wanted to watch TV then got up and started playing instead. He wanted his coat on, even though we had no plans to go outside. Just ornery, stubborn, 2-year-old behavior.

Saturday night, we were at my Mama's house. Biscuit woke up about 4 a.m. and started calling my name. I asked him if he was okay, and he said, "Want go home, Mom."

Biscuit has a really nice mattress on his bed. Believe it or not, it has the same back support as the mattress on mine and Jeff's bed. So I'm sure that sleeping in a playpen in a room that wasn't his own was not the most desirable way for him to spend a night.

We found out this morning how glad he was to have spent the night in his own bed in his own room.

When Biscuit got up this morning, he was the most cooperative child you could ever imagine. Jeff asked him what he wanted for breakfast, and he said he wanted oatmeal. Then he proceeded to eat the entire bowl, non-stop.

After Biscuit finished eating, Jeff took him into our bedroom to strip him down for a bath. Biscuit then walked on his own into our bathroom, climbed over the side of the tub grabbing his duckie on the way and sat down, even though there wasn't any water in the tub yet.

Biscuit allowed Jeff to dress him with no drama. He got his shoes and coat on with no problem. Then he went off to day care as happy as a clam.

Jeff did have to deal with a couple of issues when he went to pick Biscuit up this evening. Apparently, Biscuit was mad that Jeff didn't pick him up in Grandpa's car. Jeff was off last week, so he took his parents around town to do some Christmas shopping. Their car is bigger than Jeff's, so they moved Biscuit's car seat to the back seat of Grandpa's car. I guess Biscuit enjoyed the ride.

The other issue was that Biscuit told Jeff that wanted to go see his Mama. I know that wasn't fun for Jeff, but I have to say, it made me kinda happy. I'll never get tired of hearing that my baby boy wants his Mama.

The sweetness continued into this evening. He cleared his plate at dinner and asked for seconds. Then he was actually excited about taking a bath. He sat with us in the living room for a while.

Then Jeff asked, "Are you ready to go to bed, Biscuit?"

"Yes," Biscuit said. "I ready."

And off to bed he went. Let's hope we have that same sweet kid when Biscuit wakes up tomorrow morning!