No baby

This morning I was multitasking by nursing Emmie and reading a book to Jack. Well, I was multitasking until he decided he wanted my undivided attention so he walloped her on the head. Which caused her to startle -- I mean who expects to take a whack to the head when she's minding her own business eating -- and pull off. Which of course resulted in an aborted feeding session and an angry Mommy.

After telling him for what feels like the 4,751st time in the last three weeks that we DO NOT HIT PEOPLE because it hurts them and it makes them sad, he laughed and ran into the kitchen. I was attempting to get Emmie to finish feeding and was watching him through the opening in our two-sided fireplace. Which as an aside, let me tell you, was a great idea because we can see him from almost any place in the living room.

Anyway. He's sitting on the floor on the other side of the fireplace and I can see he's reading a book, but I can't tell which one it is. Suddenly, I realize he is hitting the book and then I hear him saying, "No! Baby! No! Baby!" and every time he hits it he says "No! Baby!"

I get up to investigate and sure as shit, he's hitting a page in one of his books that has pictures of him as a wee baby.

So now he's an anti-babyite. I have no idea what to do with this one.