on borrowed time

About a month ago, we went on our annual family vacation to the beach. James turned 17-months old about a week before we left. On the day of his 'birthday,' I remember telling Jared that James is still so far from his 'terrible 2s' at this age...whereas, his big brother was in full-swing fit-pitching glory by now.

One week later, while we were enjoying lunch at the beach house, he showed me that I had spoken too soon. I still wouldn't crown him a full-swing, fit-pitcher by ANY stretch, but I did, in fact, capture his very first temper tantrum on camera. This was prompted by my telling him he could not sit outside on the balcony in the blazing sunshine.

No, Sweetface, not the faceplanted silent treatment!!

He hasn't done it again since, but from the looks of things, we may just be on borrowed time...