X's mastery of the word "no" coincided with his illness. We heard a whole lot of "no" during the week he was sick. Frankly, I liked him better before all the "no."
X has also learned to identify his parents. I am the one he wants to carry him around all the time. I am the one who has to listen to him wail every time I leave his sight. I am the one whose plate he insists on eating off of. And what do I get for all that? I get called "Daddy." He also calls Daddy Daddy.
X started taking baths in the big tub. He loves baths. The moment you take him out, he runs away, dripping wet and laughing.
X got a time-out today for hitting K. A little later, when K was crying (because he is scared of monsters -- yes, these are two very different children, X would eat the monster), X went up to him and kept hugging and kissing him. Progress!