Robert's Other Mommy

Miller is, by nature, very interested in babies, very nurturing, somewhat bossy, and therefore often plays the role of Mama more than Sissy. She loves to take him his milk, take away his paci, tell him what he's not allowed to do, and repeat verbatim anything demonstrative that I tell him, e.g. - Robert, don't rub your yogurt all over your head....Bud, don't rub your yogurt all over your head. You are not allowed to make a big mess. Let me take your paci and put it in your bed, brother. This is followed by the sound of Robert screaming in protest, a sound which causes my tension level to increase one hundredfold, but doesn't ever bother Sissy in the least.

Miller also likes to hug, kiss, and hold him, which has long been problematic since he only weighs a few pounds less than she does. She also convinced him a few weeks ago to let her change his diaper. I found him lying on his bed, Miller attempting to fasten the diaper, and she looked up and said, "He just had a tee-tee. I already wiped him." When he stood up and turned around, we saw more than a little of the top of his cute fanny, and sweet Sissy just burst out laughing. This morning she was less willing to do the dirty work. She came up to him, took a whiff, and said, "I can't believe he pooped."

I love this quality in her and don't want to discourage her motherliness; it's too bad Robert doesn't always appreciate it as much as I do.

Silly Girls

Miller thought this ponytail on top of her head was the funniest thing, and wanted me to fix mine the same way. This is the one and only "funny face" she knows how to make.

Robert

I'm a little confused about how to start with this blog, so I thought a brief update on Miller and Robert might be just the thing....Robert's main prerogative these days is doing things himself. He insists with a loud "I got it. I got it." -or- "I do it. I do it", on putting on his shirts (which are always backwards, 100% of the time), opening his applesauce and string cheese, and picking his little "boogies", as we affectionately call them at our house. His other main interest is making sure he knows where his paci is at all times, and he asks me for specific paci's by color - Pink paci (a favorite), blue paci, purple paci (which is another, darker blue paci. Don't worry - Sissy always corrects him.) He is alternatively rough and snuggly, and you never know if you're going to be hugged or punched. He's high-strung. He cries often but smiles often, too, dances often, and jumps almost all the time, if he's not running. He is very interested in music, and his head starts to bop whenever he hears it. Among his favorite books: Drummer Hoff, Snoozers, Goodnight Moon. He can sort of count to ten, and sort of sing his ABC's. He has been exposed to way too much girl stuff, and loves to wear Sissy's dress up clothes, and more recently, regular clothes. Janny sent her a new smocked dress last week, and for two days, Robert would cry to wear it, then spin around and say, "Printh dreth" (Princess dress). Janny is coming to the rescue with a pair of Superman pajamas. He's making great strides in talking, though still hears many times a day, "I don't know what you're saying, Bud." It's no wonder he's frustrated a lot of the time. In short, he couldn't possibly be any cuter than he is, and in the midst of these terrible two's, he's pretty darn wonderful.