My little Stinky is now officially 2. He has been acting like one for a few months now. That is our excuse for everything. Everywhere we go we start out with a blanket statement: "There is no excuse for him, he's 2." People seem to understand and don't glare quite as severely when he throws himself on the ground screaming, "No!" or "Mine!" or when he stares down the room and growls...GRRRR!
I will post some birthday pictures later when I get them organized and all. He was a little cutie pie...when he wasn't hitting or pushing his sister for touching his new loot.
At least for the next few days we'll have a few hours of quiet playing with all his new toys. Ahhh...
For the party that we had with my family, we did a Monster Truck theme. I'll have to post a picture of the cake. It was so cool. Anyway, maybe not the best theme to choose for a little boy who calls trucks, fu*k. Because all day he has been SCREAMING "Mother F*ck" everytime he picks up one of his new trucks. Classy. Charming. This should be fun when I drop Red off at preschool this morning at the church.
I'll leave you with one favorite photo of Dan and Stinky at the park on his birthday.