Lest you think we have it all together (I’m sure you don’t.)…

I present a comparative study of just one of the complex “specimen” that live in my house. Compare and contrast, then leave your analysis in the comment box.

Here’s my gorgeous Connor, all snuggly and sweet.
It’s moments like this one when he’s likely to say,
“Mommy, I wuv you, sooooo much!”
out of the blue. Priceless.
(Yet another of the amazing photos by Aunt Heather.)

Just a couple of short days later, this is the same boy:

Allow me to explain.

The kids were supposed to be down for naps / rest time. About ten minutes later, Andy scurries into my room with Connor following very closely behind. Too close.

Andy says, “Um, Mommy? There’s a problem with Connor.”

And out steps Connor from behind the protection of his big brother.

To be honest, after the initial surprise of seeing marker all over my boy, I was a bit amused. About the second I was going to say, “You look like a tiger,” he beat me to the punch by announcing, “I’m a zebra!!”

He was beaming from ear-to-ear, so proud of his creativity. We quickly had a talk about the proper places to use markers and how we must ask permission, etc.

We eventually hit the bath tub. Here’s the worst part of the story:

THE MARKER IS NOT A WASHABLE ONE!

I kid you not. Even after scrubbing my boy in the tub, he still looks like a purple zebra! Ugh. I’m not even sure where the non-washable markers came from, (*ahem, Nana?*) because I only buy the good ones.

We had planned to go to the playground today, but now I’m not so sure. How would I explain?!

But we’ll go, because I won’t have to explain.  People will take one look at him and know.

‘Cause, even if it’s just for one more month, he is two.

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