Today the boys are 27 months old, and we tried the monthly photo shoot this morning, but it didn’t go great. Oliver would not smile for anything. And look at the bedhead! And Miles and Linus wouldn’t put their pants on (they have this thing where they insist on wearing their pajama pants, but this is one of those battles that I WILL WIN.)

Oh well. Such is life. I guess these pictures ought to actually reflect our life, eh?

I thought the year between one and two went by fast. Well, I’m guessing from here on our life is going to just speed up even more, because really? 27 months? Two and a quarter?

Should we revisit the monthly picture from two years ago, just for fun? Still blobs, for the most part.

How about from one year ago? They’d just started walking at this point last year.

Crazy.