Being two is totally rad! I finally have the height and motor skills necessary to complete the most awesome of tasks. Yesterday, I scaled the walls of my prison, conquered the bars that have prevented me from mischief--yes, I climbed out of my crib. Gillian was super excited when this happened, but no one else seems to be. My parents cheer and go crazy when I pee in a little yellow bowl (and Liana shouts, "Bravo! Encore!"), but this great accomplishment just got my stuffed animals taken away. (Yes, I did pile them up to create a stairway for my escape, but that wasn't their fault.) They think they can keep me down, but those bars are made for climbing.