I am sad to report that our Marcus has been stolen by the faeries and has been replaced with a really tall, strikingly good-looking, changeling.
1) Saturday morning, Chris called me at work to report that "our son" had eaten for breakfast: an entire bagel (presumably with cream cheese), TWO bananas, twelve grapes, and a piece of string cheese. MY child is not quite 22 months old and could not possibly be able to eat that much food without stuff coming out his ears. Clearly, faerie magic is at play.
2) He is going down the stairs not ONLY independently, but standing up and REFUSING any help offered to him.
3) He woke up this morning around 4am very upset because he was not actually sleeping and wanted very much to be so. I picked him up to put him in my lap and rock him to sleep. He didn't fit. Legs and arms were everywhere and his head was at my eye level. After much struggle, we found a semi-comfortable way for him to put his head on my shoulder with his legs dragging the floor while I rocked. (That's a slight exaggeration, but only slight).
So there is the evidence... submitted for your approval. And the worst part? I don't think I'm ever going to get my baby back. *sigh*