King of the Castle

These are my two favorite fellas... one big and one small, but can you guess who the king of the Lilly castle is? Yes, that little guy is awfully cute but don't let him fool you, he can get on quite a power trip from time to time. He has kicked Steve out of our bed so many times that (according to Alex) the family room is now referred to as "Daddy's room" and our bedroom is "Mommy's room". One morning, Steve and I miraculously awoke to find each other lying in the same bed. In his sleep, Alex must have sensed that something was awry, as moments later he walked into our room and began to cry hysterically to see another man in bed with his mommy.

Today as we were driving, Steve and I were having a friendly debate but apparently I was talking too loud because Alex told me I "needed to calm myself" and to "stop all that yelling".

Now I must go and fetch some apple juice for his Royal Heiness. Long live the King!