Andrew Is Two!

Yes - Mr. A has hit the Terrible Twos - officially that is. I highly recommended a 2-year-old survival kit to Mr. A's mommy (a large box of See's Chocolates, a Mountain Dew with a double shot of caffeine, bubble bath, and a large box of See's Chocolates. Maybe a box of See's truffles for good measure). I've known Andrew since he was knee high to a grasshopper. And he's always been a heart throb. Those chocolate eyes (they remind me of See's candies) grip your heart strings and it's love at first sight with him! My camera has followed this little charmer around for a long time. He enjoyed the paparazzi in the early days of our relationship, but has since learned to look the other way when he sees this Canon Cyclops coming. When A's mommy asked me to take his 2-year-old pictures, I felt a combination of excitement and anxiety. How in the world was I going to 1) get him to look at me and 2) get him to smile? When I arrived at Andrew's house, my above fears were put to rest at the new challenge of keeping up with this ball of energy. Or at least keeping my shutter fast enough. He's a mover and a shaker! But, I'm happy to say, we got 'er done and I learned a great deal from this experience. How to keep up with a 2-year-old (again) for starters.

My tip: eat lots of See's chocolates before our next get-together.


See what I mean about those eyes? They'll melt you like butter.

Mr. A and Mr. Snowy, a big, fluffy friend.

See what I mean? Mover and Shaker.

A stroll down memory lane.

The wheels on the bus go round and round...

"Bye bus!"

Hmmmm...future fireman or future dog owner?

All hats off as we approach the playground!

Mr. Independent "I'm 2...I can do it myself now, Mom."

FINALLY - a smile!

Peek-a-boo...isn't that suppose to be a fail-proof giggle prop? Not for this 2-year-old. No sir. Not cracking a smile.

Well okay - the slide is different. It deserves a smile.

And the swing will evoke a small grin.

Target practice.


Did you see that shot? I think it's a hole in one!

Okay, this golf thing is child's play. Let's play "mutilate the very large Thomas the Train golf ball" ball.

So I can't deflate it. I'll throw it.



Personalized plates and all.

Happy Birthday, Andrew! And happy terrible twoing, Mommy! I survived it twice. You'll make it. Just keep that box of See's full at all times.