always up in your face
and always food, bumps and scrapes all over his face
but then sometimes, he is the little tornado, ripping through the house.
and sometimes he is a little rough with his sisters.
the snow was not appealing i suppose
um..... rough day?
part of it is being 2 years old. a lot of it, well, it is because of his dear father, from whom he inherited every single insane boy gene. so don't mess. although, the clothes-less-ness might come from both his parents.
sleeping with his golf club
carrying that golf club with him on christmas morning.
the boy does not stop moving until he is off in dream land, likely dreaming up schemes, acting out battle scenes, riding horsies, etc. i so wish i could peek inside his dreams at night. the only time i get a hint at what that is like is when he falls asleep on the couch and i pick him up to move him to his bed, and he yells something out. and tonight, oh sweet boy, kept his eyes shut but kept wailing for mommy, and snuggled up in my arms.
love that boy.