See Bald Baby hiding under the pillow?
We found Will sleeping like this on the couch the other morning. He's learned to undress himself and pretty much does it all the time if we're not looking. (What? Its 30° outside? BAH - who cares?!?) Seems like he was half-way through when he fell back asleep.
I didn't write much about Will's birthday, other than to pay tribute with all my Weekly Winner photos. Thankfully, he's already outgrown most of his terrible two-isms and stays in his bed at night. Oh, and he'll keep his winter hat on now, thanks to his little day care girlfriend. (Seriously, tell him Katie does something and he's all over it.)
He's less crabby and more downright a-freakin'-dorable (his smiles tell me he knows what he's getting away with), though he does still have his food issues. All I'll say is don't force him to eat something or his entire dinner may just end up in your lap. 'Nough said.
He's an old soul. I had a friend say to me a few weeks ago, "You know, Nick is funny and cute -- but his mannerisms are those of a little boy. Will, on the other hand...he's like a cute little old man."
He is. Its totally funny, but he'll walk into a room swinging his arms back and forth, as if to say, "So...what're we going to do today?" I almost expect him to do that snap-snap-clap thing men do. I could just picture him in golf pants and cleats, snap-snap-clapping. And the looks on his face sometimes - MAN. Its really hard to be mad at the kid!
We've been working on potty training with him for awhile, but it works best if you can make him think it's his idea to go. He kept his brand new big boy underpants dry nearly all day on Sunday. When he saw his Disney skivvies were wet, he let out the biggest sigh and threw his hands up with a look on his face that said, "GAH. I just can't catch a break!"
He talks more and more every day and is at the point where he'll surprise you with what he knows. He'll request movies by name ("Horton, Momma!") and just when you think he's not paying attention, he'll repeat those things you wish you hadn't said.
He knows the characters of Sesame Street by heart, and I won't hold it against him that he doesn't know the difference between Ernie and Bert. (I mean, they're practically the same anyway.) His obsession with basketball is very well known, and more often than not, he's the instigator behind the UFC take downs that occur in my house on a minute-to-minute basis.
But best of all? When I ask if he's my big boy or my baby, he knows just what I want to hear. He'll throw his chubby little arms around my neck and hug me as big as a two-year-old can when he mumbles, "Momma baby."
Happy birthday, Will. You'll always be my baby!