Orion is the definition of a toddler in his terrible twos. Don't get me wrong - he has good days and bad. The good days are a relief and the bad days are really getting bad. Especially when he doesn't nap, which he hardly did today for some reason. He finally fell asleep over 2 hours after I put him down for a nap and got up an hour later, so short nap = bad Orion. He was running around hitting everyone with his foam sword, tossing DVDs off the shelf, running into the kitchen and doing just about anything we told him NOT to do and not doing what we told him to do. So I took away his sword and he rag-dolled into the floor, right in front of the camera, so his temper-tantrum is preserved for future use against him when he brings his girlfriends home.
Meanwhile, Apollo is getting so big! He is even holding his bottle almost all by himself. He had a little help here with holding it, via the side of the glider, but he otherwise chugged down the whole 8 ounces with very little assistance. Not to mention he's 14.5 pounds according to my grandmother's scale so he's getting on up there and it really shows in his tummy. He's got chunk on his legs and to an extent, his arms, but he's really got a pudgy belly.
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