The sometimes angry Irishman.

Our second born, Deuce, is the funniest kid alive.  From the very moment he arrived (screaming his head off), he has had the unique ability to go from mad-as-a-rattlesnake fury to happy-go-lucky lovebug in five seconds flat.  We refer to him as "The Angry Irishman" when he's in his rage stage.  The photos below document the transformation.  [And I'm certain I should have been tending to him while he was crying instead of snapping photos, but he sort of deserves to be tortured when he's making such hilarious faces.  Also, at this point, I know him well enough to know that nothing was really wrong with him when he made the faces below.]

Angry (pre-meal) Deuce:

Happy (post-meal) Deuce:

Tait chilling while his brother freaked out: