So.

Look who officially turned two-and-a-half this weekend:

I made him hop up by the fireplace, because being two-and-a-half called for some snapshots.

(Oh, who am I kidding?  Mondays and This Is a Good Bowl of Cold Cereal are also reasons that call for snapshots in MY book.)

(Apparently, I take A LOT of pictures.)

(I’m not sure that you’ve noticed.)

I told Thing 2 to say, “Cheese,” and he did.  He said it with the total gusto and sincerity that boys across the globe say it with, when they just want to get the photo shoot finished as quickly as possible, because IT’S KILLING THEM.

This CHEESE SHOT seems a bit fake.

But then, I pulled out the secret weapon and announced, “Fine.  You can have M&Ms when we’re done here, if you just smile nicely and don’t scream like a banshee with his foot stuck in a bear trap while we do this.”

And BOOM!  Just like that, we were done taking pictures, and the Son of Thunder was eating M&Ms and telling me that he likes the blue ones a lot.

Welcome to two-and-a-half, Baby Boy.  Your family sure loves you!