I think we've reached one of those periods where things are going to be a bit rough for Wiley and me. I remember it happened at 2 3/4 as well, and now that we're at 3 3/4 it's baaack. I don't know what's going on, but I remember reading that before developmental advances behavior can go haywire, something to do with the realization and tension between wanting to do more on one's own, but being afraid of that. A lot of the day was great, but when things are bad they're really bad, today I was stabbed with a pen and had a hat thrown in my face in addition to the hitting and punches. And bedtime took an hour with lots of arguing. Oh well.