Toby is just a few months away from turning two, and he's gearing up like a champ. He's been nailing the whining, fussing and general malaise that comes with being two years old. The word "no" is his motto, and, through his eyes, everything is either the worst or the absolute worst. Here, Toby gets carried to the playground (since naturally he didn't want to ride in his stroller), but was upset because he wanted Mommy to carry him, not Daddy!!!!!!Alex keeps saying he wants to write a biography of Toby's year called "A Portrait of Courage." Makes me laugh out loud.