It's confusing being an almost-two-year-old. Tonight Jocelyn was angry and crying because she thought I went into the garage and left her (It was Julianna that went into the garage.) I said, "I'm right here. Come here, baby, let me hold you." "NO!" she said in her angriest voice, and then suddenly she came running into my arms for a snuggle. I'm glad she let me hug on her after all.