Ah, the wonderful 2's (I try to steer away from using "terrible" because I'm trying to maintain some positivity and plus, Archer's never been more lovable, even in times of madness. You see, he's talking now. More and more every day which I will be blogging about at length, later in the week when there's time to wax poetic about the past week's monumental events.) As for now, T minus 20 minutes before Hal and I are out the door, on a mission to eff some ish up down at the Early Intervention Regional Center office (because they haven't been holding up their end of the bargain) and, you know, tell them who's boss.
Look out Regional Center peeps who think it's totally okay to flake-out on us, we're extremely threatening in person:
photo c/o Rachael Porter and the Holiday Sweater Party