Bobby is really funny. I think he's smart, but it could just be that normal growing into a human thing.

• I gave him a small kids Chobani this morning and he gave it back saying he wanted a big one. I thought it was amusing.
• He was "combing" my hair, and I was saying ow, ow with the knots, he said "don't worry about it"  I guess he has learned the suck it up philosophy we have when you're hurt.
• He calls me and Rick "guys" when he addresses us both.  It's a little informal.
• He calls the baby Joey. I don't know where he got this, I am pretty sure we don't know any Joes. He says good morning to him, tells me Joe is sleeping in there, or stretching and rolling around.  He covers up my belly button and my mouth simulataneously and says he's not letting him out.  He says he'll share his toys with Joe and teach him how to play baseball.  Bobby also calls him her and sister often too though.  I hope it's not too much of a shock when he comes out all useless for 6-8 months.

I feel like we missed the terrible twos.  He had a period of being a brat, but generally it was a good year.  He is far from perfect and I'm sure three will be his period for terribleness, especially as he can have an attitude every now and then.  Very stubborn too and set in his ways too. We'll just say he knows what he likes and doesn't.