No! No! No!

No pictures until blogger resolves some issue that involves some letters and a server -- pretty much the explaination of how I could fix it on my own was gibberish, so no pictures it is. Hopefully this gets resolved sooner than later. No pictures and no beer make Homer go something something. Crazy? Don't mind if I do!

Anyway. Someone small, ornery, and cute has officially replaced "uh-oh" with "no" as his favorite word. I believe the twos are upon us. Right on time, too, only 4 months early. He has been pretending he is a tyranical toddler for a while, taking the attitude for a spin, giving us a sample of the year to come. But I believe the attitude is here to stay.

Among his new favorite hobbies: telling the cat what to do and what not to do. No more can Wili curl up on the lady bug pillow for a peaceful nap. Baba, sensing Wili has stepped a furry toe over the line, comes running and picks up the pillow, throwing the cat on the floor. Which earns him a minute in time out. He uses the minute to continue to say, "No, no, no" to Wili.

And the fits! He has been an expert fit thrower for sometime, but seeing as how he has now had almost two years of practice, the fits keep getting better and better. Not that I'm not having fun with that. I certainly get a kick out of sitting in front of the fridge, blocking his never ending quest for "mere chuice." More, pronounced "mere", is still one of his favorite words and he is addicted to cranberry juice or "chuice" as he likes to call it. Maybe his foray into the twos is due partly to his mass consumption of sour cranberry juice. Yeah, I'll deny that he is almost two and blame the behavior, not on his point in his development but on the cranberry juice. I always knew cranberries were evil.