Hunter's Bday

Hunter is a full fledged died in the wool, tazmanian devil 2 year old!  I thought I had experienced the terrible twos, but Ian and Meg didn't even come close to what we have arrived at with this little guy.  He is the messiest, craziest, wildest, funniest little boy.  We adore him.  We had a very simple but fun birthday party, complete with an airplane cake!

A few notes about Big Dog:

He likes to call himself "Big Dog"
He tells us no less than 50 jokes a day.  His favorite one is "Guess What?"  "What?"  "Mickey Mouse hot dog!"
His favorite thing to do is "ride truck, go to dump, then Mcdonalds"
His favorite place is the airport.  We talk about the airport all day.
He always wants me to kiss his owies to make them better.  Yesterday he bit his tongue and then stuck it out for me to kiss and make better.  I'm nice, but not THAT nice.
He likes to tease and torment his older sister, and he likes to do it often.
He likes to spit things out in hidden corners of the house, leave half eaten popsicles on the floor, dump baby powder all over the couch, take his diaper off (won't get into those details), drink his daddy's diet coke and then pour it on the carpet, use mommy's eyeliner all over his face, throw mac and cheese all over the kitchen, and wipe his nose on my pants.  I think I'll send him a cleaning bill when he's 40.