(this is us the other night)me: it's time to get ready for your bath. grab the toys you want and put them into the tub.
trent: ducky! and the alligator. look mommy, ladybug
me: you don't have any ladybug toys trent. just grab the bath toys you want, and the ones you think ryan might like.
trent: ladybug mommy, it's a ladybug. look!
me: (leaning over to look and realizing he's pointing to a pretty hefty sized spider) no, that's a spider. let's get your daddy.
trent: oh, spiders are yucky.
...so today, I'm trying to make lunch and Trent & Ryan are both playing in the living room...trent: mommy, a ladybug! there's a ladybug on my blocks.
me: (headed into the living room, sure I'm going to have to squash another spider) what? where?
trent: on the box mommy, with my blocks. ladybug is on the blocks.
No, not a spider or a ladybug...it's a fly! I'm sure Trent knows the difference between ladybugs and spiders, or at least I thought he did. He knows spiders are spiders when he sees them on webs and he can tell the difference in books, but in real life they all become ladybugs.
He's also be perfecting the "I'm shy" flirty look
Which, of course, must be followed by a gigantic smile... 
He's learning how to put on his shoes all by himself....
(yes, they're on the wrong feet but he was doing great!!)
He really likes peanut butter, and describes it as "too yummy, too messy"
and he's a regular 2 year old goofball!
(he calls the walrus on his shirt his "pet fat dog". I think he must be thinking of seals, who bark like dogs...but I'm not entirely sure.) 
After that quick kiss and snuggle moment, she quickly leaned back resulting in Ryan falling over:
These photos made me laugh so hard, I had to go back and pull up the ones they reminded me of (from May last year) of Trent stealing a quick kiss from S:
and her reaction to it (priceless!):
... and then Trent started crying really loudly. Turns out he thought naptime would be a good time to sit quietly in his crib picking at his heels. He had a small blister that he popped open and he was not happy about it. He was even less happy about getting it cleaned and putting a bandaid on it. So we calmed him down, and he got a spare Ryan pacifier and some snuggles:
Trent loved the cushy little nook under the stairs in the book store we visited. He really didn't want to leave!
Joel and Ryan posing in front of a really neat Elm tree (the current "State Champion" of it's kind). The inside was all spirally and twisted in loops. I'd love to have one of these trees!
Look at that giant anchor!
