no, no, no, NO!

Well, this past week marks the beginning of the "No, no, NO!'s"
It sucks.
Somewhere around Wednesday (so let's see, Evie is 2 years, one month and 2 weeks old) she began making demands.
And the demands, were effing ridiculous.
It always begins innocently enough, "Milk! Mah milk!" eventually gives way to "No, Puck! Mah cha-cho's (you may remember cha-cho's are cheerios)." Pretty soon its, "Da-da, sit!" as Evie points to a very specific and non-discript piece of floor. Then she'll pull on my hand, "No, mommy! No sit!" I am supposed to then stand there as she goes about the room demanding, "No news! Shows! Evie shows!"
Its crap, I tells ya. Crap.
I sat down, Rob stood up and we hid the remote control in order to watch Brian Williams.
Evie pitched an all out, star-spangled, full glory, ranting rampage of a tantrum.
Its been rather non-stop since.
Asserting her independence is one thing.
Its another thing when sserting stupid demands like: we must listen to one album and one album only (They Might Be Giants, Here Come the One-Two-Threes) over and over again everyday in a row, ...Evie can stand on the kitchen chair while eating dinner, ...Evie can shove Puck away from the front glass door and then slam the wood door shut so he can't look out, ...No hugs! No Teeth (brushing teeth)! No bath! No kiss! No books! No! No! No!

AH!
NO MORE!

;-)