At two...

He loves pizza. We don't have it THAT often, but he loves, loves, loves it. I will have to start making it myself again because no one does whole wheat crust, and white flour is icky.

He loves, loves, loves being outside. Always has. Even as a baby, going outside would settle him right  now. He's looking very serious here, but really, he loves it. I think I interrupted him mid-fun for a picture. Get used to it, kid. This family takes a butt load of 'em.