I want to be Two again.

Seriously. Two looks like such a freaking fantastic age. I can't remember being two (how unfair!) but seeing it from this side of the fence makes it look like so much fun. When he's not driving me to drink or experiment with the latest mood mellowing drugs (kidding..yeah, kidding) he's making me laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more, and thanks to two natural childbirths, maybe pee a little. or not, i ain't admitting to anything.

Take a minute and think about being two. Imagine, if you will, the thrill of racing through life not caring that you're eating your shorts...


the liberty of dressing however you want, and thinking you look seriously h.o.t


having people feed you


wearing horizontal stripes...


actually choosing to wear glasses


having someone else pay for your obsessions...
(in Mr Man's case, a raging case of train-ism, specifically Thomas the train-ism)


Not wondering if this outfit makes your butt look big...(those horizontal stripes strike again!)


and knowing, without a doubt in the world, that you are loved unconditionally, quirks and all