Turning into a Toddler

Last weekend, Ty and I went to my ten year high school reunion. It was fun--and I had a few too many drinks resulting in a very hungover plane ride home--but it was really nice to get away, see some old friends, and have some quality time with my husband. Of course, I missed Brody terribly!

When we got home on Sunday, we picked him up and went to our local pizza place for dinner. After not being told "no" in four days, he was a terror at the restaurant. (I don't know why we thought he would all of a sudden be fun to bring to a restaurant....how absence makes us forget!) He was throwing food on the floor, and Ty and I kept telling him no firmly. After one time I said, "no," loudly enough to warrant gazes from our table neighbors, he looked me straight in the eye and responded,"yes." The thing is that Brody doesn't talk yet. He says dada and mama once in a while (he babbles all day; I'm referring to him making the word connection that I am mama and Ty is dada). Needless to say, he doesn't quite say real words. Now I think he's been fooling us! He is so defiant; I am anxious for the terrible two's!