On April 17th of this year, you turned 2. And it was like a switch was flipped. You went from a calm little bundle of cuddles to a tantrum throwing crazy monkey. Though still cuddly, you now love running around kicking balls, jumping in your crib, and trying to ride your sister's scooter. I swear that was not the case two weeks ago.

You are a pretty happy boy. Smiley and chatty until you don't get your way. Then...well, then you scream like your finger is trapped in a door. And you keep screaming. And screaming. Your stamina is quite impressive. Tiring, but impressive. That must be why you like 3 hour naps. I don't know if you actually sleep that long. Just today I came in after you had been in bed for 3 hours, and you were just lying there, happy to play silently with your crib bumper. And you love your bedtime routine. We read a couple books (chosen by you, and you are very picky about it), then we sing you a song. Since Mommy and Daddy takes turns putting you to bed, we sing you different songs. I don't know about Daddy's songs, but you will only let me sing one to you every night. If I try to change it, you lift your head off my shoulder and say, "No, Mommy." I've tried to trick you. I've tried to put you down without singing the whole thing, or stand up to put you down while I'm still singing. You will not have any of it. I have to sing 3 verses of "Come Thou Fount" then you are happy to go into your crib. You like saying "No." Usually you include a hand shake with it, just to emphasize your point. Sometimes you use the word "Go!" interchangeably. You also like saying apple (though don't eat them), uppie,Robbie, Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Paul, Chell (for your babysitter, Michelle), car, go car, all done, puppy, poop, strawberry and BoBo. And just yesterday I noticed that you now say "bee" when referring to any type of insect. You still use a guttural sound for your sisters' names. It sounds the same for Padyn and Katelyn. You don't seem to have words for the things you like the most-paci and milk. Usually you just point in the direction you think it is in.
This is what I think of as your "look." It usually means you are not happy with whatever I have just said or am forcing you to do. Lately, you have been putting up a fight whenever I pick you up and try to carry you around in public (like at Padyn or Katelyn's school). You want to walk and explore on your own. Which is funny, because by about 5pm, you become very clingy and won't leave my side. You climb on my feet and bury your head into my legs until I pick you up or peel you off. Usually only a video will change this behavior. You want to be up when I'm cooking and cleaning...always the most inconvenient times. Unless, of course, Daddy is home. Then you whine and cling to Daddy. 
You love big boys, especially your cousin Trevor.
And you love your momma...
and your sisters....
but mostly, you are all about Daddy. You adore your Daddy. He calls you his fan. Secretly, he loves it, so don't let him tell you otherwise. You keep hanging out with him while he's trying to work on the truck or on his computer. He may complain, but mostly he's faking it. You are currently his favorite thing ever.
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NO WAY is he two already! I missed his, too. I hope he had an awesome day! Happy Birthday, Robbie!
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