My son

As crazy as my two year old makes me, I love him to pieces. He's just the cutest thing, if I do say so myself.

This afternoon Molly was in her Jumperoo and dropped her binky. Angus went over, picked it up, and tried to give it back to her. He held it out to her and said, "Here Molly, here Molly", but she was engrossed in one of the toys. It was so stinking cute, and afterward I chased him down and gave him kisses and a big hug and told him what a sweet boy and good big brother he was.

He's recently become enthralled with Bob the Builder. He wanders around the house (sometimes dancing, sometimes marching) singing the song at the top of his lungs. It truly amazes me that he knows all the words to the song. That being said, after about five minutes of the song I'm ready to stick a hot poker in my ear.

Speaking of Bob the Builder, what is up with Spud. That scarecrow is just creepy, the only good thing is that they ditched the scary British accent he had in favor of a dorky American voice.

As I'm typing this, Angus is playing with one of his cars and singing Bob the Builder, except this time it's just "Bob the Builder" over and over instead of the whole song.