It is really easy to tell. He has all the makings of a two year old wonder.
He now often speaks in two word combos.
He throws himself on the ground if he doesn't get what he wants.
He tries to make jokes and says, "Knock, Knock" but when you respond "Who's there?" his punchline is "Funny!" and then he laughs his head off.
He insists on eating with a certain blue spoon and none other will do.
He says, "potty" but then when you go to take him he refuses to sit on it and rather relishes in the power he has to make you plead, bargain, and kajole him to sit on the potty. He loves to toy with us.
He has taken to calling me by my first name (with a cheeky grin).
Yesterday, we were leaving the grocery store and he was a step behind us. When I turned to find his hand I realized that he had climbed up on the seeing eye dog statue (that is actually a giant piggy bank for donations). He was straddling it like a horse yelling, "ride" and trying to spur it on with his knees.
Poor little guy is currently enduring the loss of his soother, aka "soo-soo". He is on day three of suffering the terrible injustice. I have almost crumbled every day and given it to him but like RKA says, it would be like giving crack to a junkie.
Yes, he is very "two" right now but he is also very "B" and very much my son. So we are just rollin' with it and trying to enjoy his energy.
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