Stinker

That's my Zander. A cranky little stink one minute and the cutest little ray of sunshine the next. He's at that wonderful age where everything is his and he has to do everything all by himself. The slightest bit of help sends him into a tizzy. He wants his milk, so I give it to him. Nope, doesn't want it anymore, so I put it back in the fridge. Oh look, he wants it. So I give it to him only to have him throw it across the room. But, still, I love this kid. I'm thinking it's that goofy smile that does it to me every time.