Atticus held a grudge against me Monday morning because I scolded him for throwing his toothbrush into his potty and then held the lid shut so that he couldn't do it again. He wouldn't let me touch him for the next hour or so.

This morning he fussed as we were leaving the house because I bumped into a cloth grocery bag, knocking it onto the floor. He wouldn't leave the house until I hung it back up.

In the past few weeks or so, he's learned to jump--his feet actually leaving the ground. It doesn't happen every time, but it does some of the time at least.