The other night, Graham got to wear his new fire truck jammies for the first time, and was so super giddy about it. They're lame and cartoony, I know, but he got to pick them out himself at Target. He was so proud of them and being such a little ham, which made the perfect opportunity for a pseudo-photo booth (in our living room). Little did we know, they were impetus for his latest fetish. We've been watching fire truck movies on You tube and talking about fire trucks all day long. I love how he is turning into such a little person with his own interests and tastes. His latest surge of independence has come with a price--the melt-downs have totally spun out of control. Gosh, I love this kid, but I'm not going to lie; he's been really tough the last few days. I thought the horrible crying spells were over once we graduated from colic land...but the twosies are upon us and I'm afraid that things are going to get worse before they get better. The fact that he's too young to understand rationale and reason is super hard right now. Thankfully, crazy happy pictures and sweet little memories like these preserve my sanity and make it all worthwhile.