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No, not a new job. At least not a paid one.

Alex has taken to barking orders to me. Today at breakfast, I served him apples, he said "'No! 'Nanas!" Then he demanded his Laurie Berkner song "We are the dinosaurs". When I went to put on the CD, he said "NO! Mama! Boom, boom! Dinosaur!" Which meant he wanted me to sing it. Then after I did, he wanted Laurie's version. But the CD wasn't good enough. He wanted the DVD.

At lunch, he saw me in the kitchen and demanded "Chee-cheese!", so I made him grilled cheese, but when he saw me place my glass of water down, he picked up his sippy, shook it back and forth and barked "NO! Shake! Shake!", meaning that he wanted a fruit shake. Good thing I'd already been preparing one for myself. He doesn't DRINK them, mind you. He just likes having one in his hand. He drinks his water with lunch.

Then later on this evening, when I was watching one of my shows, he stormed over and said "JACK! JACK!". He'd seen the menu screen, which also has the choice for the VOD selections, of which "Jack's Big Music Show" is one.

Finally at dinner, after I'd made a veggie dish for both of us (me - veggie pasta, him - rice), he pushed the bowl away and demanded "CanCAKES! Cancakes!". So, yes, at 7:00 PM, I was soon beating together pancake batter. The griddle couldn't get hot soon enough for him, so he preceded to howl "NO! Cancakes! Cancakes!" every time I dared step out of the kitchen.

Additionally, several times during the day, he wanted me to hold the console we were playing with. His scribble pad, a sound and noise console, the console to his V-Tech Baby game - you name it. I got "NO!" if I placed it down on the ground or on his table to play with it.

Oh man. Now it begins, I guess.