Heres to you, Cam-Cam!

I let him play with his canister of puffs.  I didn't think he could open it. 

It was a happy happy moment for him.

Hello, Giraffe!

When Brice and I were first married and we got Andy I thought that nothing could be as destructive as a puppy.  He chewed shoes, scratched up the floor, ripped clothes, tore up books, and a number of other destructive activities.  I think that Jace is trying to prove me wrong.  Maybe nothing can be more destructive than a two year old boy.  And I guess to be honest he hasn't been quite as bad as a puppy.  Sure, he's ripped up books.  And torn some of his clothes.  He colored on the floor with permanent marker.  Also tatooed the table with something he refers to as his "snake" every time he sees his marker handy work.  He hasn't chewed any shoes yet, thankfully.  But this morning he ripped the couch.  He was trying to climb up the side and I said, "Jace, don't climb like that, you're going to rip the couch!" And he said, "It's okay, Mo-" and then was interrupted by a loud, "Riiip!"  And then I was sad.

                                                         He tried to pretend he was sad.



So for a little while I was grumpy.  But how can you stay mad at such a cute pirate?

And, I know, his clothes are awesome.  I wish I could I say it was laundry day when I took this picture, but I don't think it was.

And then there's this guy.  He hasn't torn anything up yet.  He's too sweet for that.