Now that James can do most things without help, he does not want any help... with anything - unless its holding a popsicle but that's just so he can savor it without exerting extra energy and I can't blame him for that! Most times its adorable and fun to watch him try and tackle something - other times John calls him the dictator. I prefer Mr. Independent. But when he tells the dogs "quiet" over and over and over again (even if they are sleeping) or refuses to allow us to put on his shoes, which in turn makes us 15 minutes late in the morning, I have a hard time disagreeing with John's term of endearment.
But on those days, where it starts out a struggle, I do the only thing I know how - dress him up in an outfit that I know he will embarrass him in 15 years and take many many pictures.
That's right, there is a lion on his bum :) Take that Mr. Independent!
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