First off, can't thank you all enough for all your kind, comforting, insightful comments about T's [apparently relatively normal] toddlerness. It's becoming clear to me that more than parenting advice, a lot of parents just want to be told that theirs isn't the only kid in the world to behave like a terror. I'm also delighted to announce that T was a dream child during our recent week-long trip to Utah to see Ty's sister off on her mission.
He loved staring out my mother-in-law's gorgeous kitchen windows at the snow. He quickly learned how to say snow, which sounds more like a nasalized "nnnnooohhh." He also learned how to say Nat (again, more of a "NA[glottal stop]!"), probably as a farewell gift to his missionary aunt.
And then there's the silly hipster kid who got into his grandma's reading glasses.