This one here has been acting like he's strung out on antibiotics: he's squirting water out of the fridge dispenser onto the floor, he's bitten me, hit me, thrown things at my head and generally had about twice as many smackdown tantrums as usual. The other day as I was trying to dress him and he was wriggling away, I said "Now are you going to be nice to me today?" He put his head on my shoulder and said "luvoo Mama" (which doesn't preclude any of the hitting, biting or water damage, but still felt nice).
Then Monday after a particularly trying round of violin practice, I was serenading Will and Joss by belting out "Love at Home" in my mock-opera voice. I was at "there is joy in every sound/when there's love at home . . ." when we heard Joss yell "Stop. STOP!!!"
Everyone's a critic.
[and Curtis guessed right: this picture comes from our SIL Saydi. You can see more of her stuff here. Rob and I don't have this kind of lenswork down.]