Its so hard to be two. Especially to be two, on vacation and trying to keep up with all the "big kids". Carter ran for an entire week straight. He hardly napped, and went to bed at all hours (isn't that what vacation is for?) But when downtime finally came, he crashed. Hard. Mid playing, mid watching a movie with Daddy, mid drinking. On the floor, on grandma's bed, on the couch. Anywhere he was still for more than a few minutes and the poor boy was a goner.