Peter and I sad down sat night and the realization that Grayson is two. Hit us. For all purposes, he is acting and looking like a two year old. He wants to walk on his own and doesn't like me to carry anywhere, now. At our Valentine's gathering with Barbara, Susan and the boys, he was body slamming Max and trying to put him in a head lock. I didn't even know he could do that. Thankfully, Max is a gentle cousin and didn't just take him out. But at the end of the day, Gray-gray is still a sweet cuddly boy.