Gotta wear shades

Ladies and Gentleman, here they are...The terrible twos.

We saw signs of it in the past: Jackson, not having gotten his way would do any combination of the following:

-Spin around and fall on the floor
-Throw self on floor and jump up in an almost exorcist type motion
-Throw hands over head and make 'owahhhhhhhhh' sorts of noises

Tonight we had the pleasure of experiencing Jackson's version of World of Warcraft: 'Food as Weapons' edition.

The little prince had three different dinners given to him. We tried singing, jumping, fresh beat band, bribery and the like. Nothing.  The situation culminated with a swift lift of the plate followed by a hurling of the 'weaponry' toward mommy's head.

Jackson 1 - Mom - 0

The little man followed that up with, what seemed to be, a choreographed sequence of moves which included covering his mouth, eyes and ears while executing a series of jumps in the high chair that took him (quite literally) from one end of the room to the next.

We all know about my love affair with the vacuum and the swiffer but a rendezvous wasn't scheduled for tonight.

awesome.

baby giggles