By 5pm (and even AFTER a snack or two) Nolan is a terror. Actually, he just terrorizes the entire kitchen - but LORD HAVE MERCY - he makes me crazy. He is into everything, yelling at me (I swear!), and looking to empty every cabinet he can. I'm just over here counting down the minutes until Tyson walks in the door.
Last night - Nolan was up to his usual antics...but then, it was SPAGHETTI night. And he had a serious attitude change:
He was one happy ONE year old. Mom's Spaghetti: for the win!