Our youngest son, who we affectionately call Fluffy, turns 2 today. Generally when I say that people's first reaction is "Oh no! The Terrible Twos!" Well I don't think we have to worry about that. He started his Terrible Twos right around the time he was 10 months old. We've already begun with the teenage angst. I figure by this time next year we'll be well into a mid-life crisis.
Anyway, happy birthday, Fluffy! Daddy loves you.
And if you haven't seen the sickeningly cute picture of Chewie kissing Fluffy that my wife took last year click here.