My Baby is so Big!

My baby is almost two and it is hard for me to swallow.  Most of the time is a sweet little dude who likes to hold my hand and give me "big hugs," and read books with me.  Other times he is naughty and looks at me with a face that says, "I don't give a shit if you told me not to do this, I am doing it anyway."  And then I almost start laughing because his facial expressions are so classic but I don't, because then he would probably end up a serial killer.  Or something.  

Lining Them Up

Sometimes Paul is so particular with his toys. He takes each car out of the designated box, inspects them, and then places them in a straight line.

 

Other times, when I am talking on the phone with my friend, trying to make plans to go to the park, Paul plays in my closet and destroys ANY glimpse of organization.  

 

I guess Mom's stuff is just a little more fun to throw around.