Tasty Snow

Christmas Morning

 

 

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 Ah, the joys of a two year old who is refusing to take naps.

 He wouldn't calm down until we let him lick at the frosting.

 One fingerful at a time.

Books, books.  His favorite.

Lars is quite the kid.  It is hard for me to believe that he is just now turning two.  I have been thinking of him as two since May, probably.  He talks so much better than Walter did at this age, and knew all the ABCs by the time he was 18 months old; I get a little confused.  I was working on teaching them both to read when I had Marian, but let's just say that has fallen by the wayside.  When he started going to nursery he startled his teachers by pointing out the letters in the announcements on the chalkboard.

However, his behavior as of late is reminding me that this is actually the time.  I'm trying to think of a nice way to say that he is really annoying but I can't seem to think of anything.  He is a big tease, and is very physical.  He enjoys viciously pinching, taking things and running away laughing, and standing in front of the Kinect sensor when Walter is trying to play.  At least he can be hilarious, and is very talkative.  It's nice to have another person that can tell me why one of them is crying, as Walter's default answer has become, "I don't know."  Suspicious.  Lars is very quick to run and get a towel when water has spilled on the carpet, loves to kiss Marian, and beg for graham crackers.

He requested a SALT cake, but had to settle for chocolate.  I hope it worked out for him.

Windy

I asked Walter why he did his hair all weird like this.  He told me it was "windy."  We should have the fan in the bathroom checked out.