almost three.

(upon viewing these photos, ransom said, "why am i green??" low quality pictures, buddy.)

we have entered such an interesting (to use a non-committal word) stage with this little guy. my mom says the terrible twos are nothing; it's the terrible threes that get you. and with the boys' birthdays just a little over a week away, i'm inclined to agree. the fights with his brother, the frustration at things not going his way, and oh, the drama. every moment is about whether the world will go on spinning or not. a matter of life or death. or, more literally, a matter of melt-downs or peace. we have a lot of melt-downs.

please, if you happen to see us any time soon, give grace. we need it.