The Terrible Twos

Today was Tooie's last day as a two-year-old boy. He's been doing a happy birthday dance every now and then, and then around about 1:30 this afternoon I guess he had to cut loose and act like a real two-year-old. While I was trying to do dishes and hold a baby, he was quietly standing on a stool in the bathroom playing with his sister's lipstick. With, depending on your perspective, horrible or glorious results.

Well, if he's going to be an imp, I'm at least glad he's an adorable imp. And maybe tomorrow, when he's three, the hijinks will be over.

A Haircut for a Marmot Babe

The Marmot Babe was long overdue for a haircut. See the curly locks. See how everyone referred to him as "she." See how sad his long hair made him. But his mamma loved his sweet silky hair. It made him seem like a baby still, even though he is inching up on 18 months old.

His sisters loved his curly hair, too. See their schematic drawings of him. First one by E:

Front View

Rear View

Then by M:

Rear View

Front View

And so the deed was done, with sobbing from E and a grim determination by mamma.

Front View

Rear View

Things I've Seen Lately

A face at dinner time:

A tiny boy in a tiny tie:

A "loaf" of "bread" baked without yeast (oops):

The dreaded interior of the baby's booster seat:
A baby washing dishes:
Pony hair. Yes, I said pony hair, arranged by color:
A boy sleeping with a teeny tiny ear of popcorn under his chin: