Alexander, shortly after getting splashed with water by Ryanne. I told him to stop being such a baby and he just cried harder.

Naked swimmer. We were in the backyard but I moved the barbecue to block any unwanted views of my streaker. Just in case. Being two has come with its own set of challenges. Eating, for instance - she no longer eats. Anything. And it isn't that she is being picky. She has about 2 bites of whatever she is served and then excuses herself. And going out in public is a chore. A, she tries to escape whenever possible. I always frowned upon those parents who leashed up their kids but now I understand it quite well. B, although she fortunately isn't really a tantrum thrower in public places, she is very loud in public. At Jiffy Lube, she loudly sang her ABC's twice through to the audience of one businessman, one fleet driver, one elderly lady, and two Mormon missionaries, all of whom clearly found her adorable. She then stood up, started wiggling back and forth, and sang "Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake a booty, shake a booty," as all eyes turned to me disapprovingly. The Jiffy Lube experience was only enhanced by the fact that Alexander was loudly passing gas the entire time we were there and I had no way of ensuring that people would know it was not me.