Officially terrible

Last Friday Joseph turned two. We marked the occasion by taking him on a traumatizing trip to the doctor’s office. He cried from the moment the nurse asked him to step on the scale (and then consequently made him sit in the little baby cradle scale so we could get his weight, which only upset him more). Happy birthday son! Oh come on, it’s not like we didn’t have a party (we celebrated the previous weekend with family).

Joseph in turn celebrated this milestone by screaming at me to cut up his ravioli even more than it had already been cut, even though it was really already too small to successfully eat with a fork (especially by someone without years of fork experience). And NO I couldn’t use a fork to hold the ravioli; I had to saw at it with one hand and cut it smaller and smaller because all of the pieces were just WAY TOO BIG for him to possibly eat. In the end, he did not even take one bite. Here’s to another year, Mom.