No, No, No

Our little stinker poo Aidan is starting to prove to be as strong-willed as his name (from the gaelic meaning "fiery") and his hair color (I know from experience...hee hee).

One of his favorite things is to climb up next to our tall windows and run his fingers across the blinds like a little xylophone and then bang them like a drum....and then, of course, find somehow to put them in his mouth.

I decided to, rather that just moving him to a different spot (which inevitable leads to him just crawling right back), I tried a different tactic.  Every time his little, droolie hands touched the blinds, I grabbed that arm and pulled it away and said,"NO". 

He was not impressed.

I could just hear those brain waves whirling around.....must.touch.blinds.....

After about three or four times of this the verbal protests started and the angry monkey shrieks emerged.  AAAACH  AAAACH.
(Stop doing that Mama!!!)

Then, he changed his strategy. 

Test....Test....Test...

Those little fingers waved right up to the blinds without touching them and then moved away.  Then up to the blinds again.  

Do you see me?

I saw those impish eyes dart toward me, checking for clearance.  I think I detected a little bit of a flirty grin forming when he saw that I was watching him. 

I'm gonna do it...I'm gonna touch it....You can't stop me....Nah Nah Nee Boo Boo....

"No, No, No little Aidan!"

It took about 28 times pulling his hand away before he decided that the ottoman to the chair was more exciting than the blinds. 

So far, the score is Aidan 989, Mommy 1.

Drunk with power, I left the room to get a celebratory diet Sunkist (my treat these days) only to walk back into the room less than a minute later to find the cutest little sinner in the whole world with the blinds in his mouth.