Our little man

Despite being in the throes of the terrible twos, Baz has remained sweet and giving. He's excelling in the fine art of whining and now fights back when Anya gets physical with him, but he's always willing to share with anyone (well, except maybe Anya :) ). He loves getting thing (food, for instance) when he knows somebody likes it. He loves giving Pap pap his oreos or Dada his special cookies (what is it about grandpas and their cookies?).

He has been known to throw a whopper of a tantrum, but unlike Anya's, his end fairly quickly. In fact, he almost runs to time out when told and stops crying in a heartbeat.

Our latest issue with Sebastian has been doorlocks. A few months ago, he locked himself in his room while home with my parents. Pap-Pap was quick to break out the screwdriver and remove the handle then and wisely turned the lock around so the door locked from the outside. Unfortunately, he couldn't foresee the events of last week. One night, we were having storytime and all 5 of us were in the big kids' bedroom. George was reading a story to Anya while Baz played around the room. He decided then to go over to the door, turn the lock (which was now on the outside of the door) and close it. Yep, we were all trapped. Nothing worked in the hole in the handle on our side, so George started working on taking the door off the hinges as I began to climb out the window. I hesitated because I was barefoot and I couldn't quite remember what was on the ground below me and I knew I'd have to drop at least a foot or two. George jumped in and offered to go and so he did. Needless to say, that door and now the bathroom door are sans handles and locks!