Now That's Good Luck

My parents don't get to see the little dude that much because we live really far away. Their visits are always uncannily well-timed, though. They got to see the little booger take his first steps last year, and this past weekend they (with my brother, sister-in-law, aunt, and uncle) got to witness our first "Can you please make that order to-go because this kid is driving everyone in the restaurant crazy with his bad behavior" moment.

Here's the little dude enjoying his spaghetti in the privacy of our hotel room:

Terrible twos, here we come!

Trying so hard!

He tried to escape out the window tonight. We let him fall off the stairs yesterday, so I can't really blame him.

The best part was that he totally shot me the stink-eye when I didn't pick him up right away. He likes to look out the window.

He's all "Come on, mom, let's go!!! There's a whole world out there!!!" He gave up waiting and tried to climb the wall again.

His is clearly a life of quiet desperation.