The Bean is is two. Boy oh boy, is he two. This kid wrote the book on being two.
The Bean is vociferously opinionated, loves his mommy more than anybody else in the world, and wants what he wants at the top of his lungs. He is torn between wanting to be held every waking (and sleeping) moment, and wanting to explore the big wide world and do everything himself.
He loves food, especially cheese. Cheese is one of his favorite words. He’s not picky, per se, but he makes up opinions as he goes and holds onto them religiously and loudly for at least ten minutes. He’s a riot, a joy, a tiny terrorist, and I’m crazy about him.