The Bug and I aren't on very good terms right now. For a long time today, we weren't even speaking. He kept me up all night again last night, wouldn't go to his crib without screeching, even to give me a bathroom break. Then, today, he had what I think was his first full-blown tantrum. Holy mackerel. One would have thought I was putting hot pokers up his nose.

Here's some of the attitude we're talking about lately:



We're talking raspberries, what I'm sure are curse words in Buglish, slapping and biting. And we're not even in the terrible toddler years. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Here's some randoms to brighten this post.