Man oh Man

Two is delivering all that it promised. This little man of ours is a bundle of energy, a bundle of laughs, and a bundle of mischief. Oh, the mischief. He thinks he is the funniest person around and tries to get Molly's goat every. single. chance. he. can. For the most part, he's sweet and gentle to everyone else... and then his sister enters the picture and he decides that he's pure trouble. Really, though, he's just two. He's busy, headstrong, independent, fickle, happy, dog-tired  at the end of every day, sweet, snugly -- he's like the weather and changes every minute, which makes our days interesting and never, ever quiet. He's still a train, plane, bus, and truck man with babies, puzzles, books, and tools creeping in as well. I really am loving this stage, even with its never ending movement and his ability to run in precisely the opposite direction of where I need him (hello, covering every square inch of Ikea). Little people are just so pure at this age, so transparent, and so emotive -- sweet, simple, gentle.  

This bike is clearly in need of repair. 

Someone taught him how to make funny faces. He has a repertoire of about three.

 And here they are...