This is the week when she started saying "no." There is a whole variety of "no" and none of them are unpleasant... yet.
There's the sweet, very quiet, "nooo" when I ask put her in her highchair. She says it like we're kidding around, like I've just asked her if she'd like to wear pudding on her head.
There's the shaking the head, and silent no. The "I've had my fill of dinner, thanks mom" no.
Last night we saw an award winning no. Jim got home and pretended to chase Willa from the backyard to the front. Willa took off, giggling, and turned to make sure he was right behind her. She stopped and grinned - wagging her index finger at him, and shaking her head slowly. Then she took off.
This week "no" is charming. It's cuteness has been duly documented so we can look back on the good ole days. We know that the screaming in the middle of the grocery store "NNNOOOO!" is around a corner not too far away.
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