Good morning, young prince...

He's TWO! I sobbed my eyes out before 9:30 this morning!



You can see from the enormous unsightly thing on his forehead (and the red scuff marks under his nose and above his lip) that he's already received his birthday beating. KIDDING.

He was at his most ungraceful yesterday. While at the kitchen table yesterday so calmly and unwigglingly playing with his new trains, he magically fell off his chair and landed face-first on the tile floor. Fantastic. Apparently, however, he was just keeping with tradition, as shown by the magnificent forehead bruise he sported on his first birthday.



Does he not look exactly the same then as he does today? Sigh.