Birthday Number Two

This is my boy Robert. He turned two years-old last Saturday, May 20th. He is such a beautiful boy. We were so excited about you joining our family even before you were born. We even paid to have one of those 3-D ultrasounds done.



He liked getting his picture taken even then. Now, he will stop and pose and smile. But then he insists on seeing the camera so that he can push all the buttons too. He absolutely loves anything with buttons. Telephones, remote controls, cameras, computers are just a start. He has a need to push any and all buttons he sees.

He also loves anything with wheels. Grandma gave him a tractor for his birthday and he sits with the tractor upside down and spins those wheels like crazy. He loves little matchbox type cars too. He will get them all out and line them up across the tile floor.



He was a beautiful baby. He has a big head. Literally, a large head. He has always been 95% with head size even as weight and height would vary. You will also never see a picture of him with perfect hair. He has this superman curl cowlick at the front of his hairline. As a baby, I called it his kissing spot and would kiss him constantly on that little curl. Now his hair has grown long and blond and is impossible to get to lay flat. Even when I cut it short, it still sticks up in front.

He has gorgeous blue eyes surrounded by long dark lashes. Big pink cheeks and a grin that absolutely melts me. That grin has made it easier to forgive and love him still even as he dumps the vanilla all over the kitchen rug. Or as he draws with crayon down the hallway walls.

Despite those moments, he really is an obedient little boy. I tell him to sit and he sits, at least for a moment. I tell him to come here and he comes. I tell him to throw his used diaper into the trash and he scampers off to do it. When it is time to put away his toys, he rushes over and helps fill the toybox. After such moments, he insists on having a hug to tell him what a good boy he is.

He has a boundless love for those he adores. Grandma and Aunt M are special favorites. If they walk through the front door, all buttons, cars, toys, are forgotten and he run us squealing with delight. He gives long hugs. He wraps his arms around tight while resting his head on the shoulder. He is usually content to stay there for as long as you are willing to hold him. Daddy gets a special, "HI DADDY!" when he gets home.

Robert is a boy of few words, but of great understanding. He is good with the 'hello'. If you aren't quick enough, he'll run into the bedroom and pick up the phone before you and say 'hello' and then go on with his gibberish talk. He says banana...but it sounds more like labalabala (the sound when you quickly say lalalalala with your tongue coming out of your mouth).

He loves his brothers and sisters. His oldest sister, Heather, is a special favorite. She will sit and read to him endlessly and he just can't get enough. The only sibling to annoy him is his younger brother Brandon. Brandon will try to take things from him as he is playing now. Robert looks at him and says a firm "NO" and then moves away. Brandon of course, now crawling tries to follow. I tell Robert to get used to it. He will have a life time of this.


Robert got a cupcake with blue frosting for his birthday treat. He thought it was quite yummy.



Yes, it is a blurry picture, but it was still too cute not to share.

Happy Birthday Robert.