Berkley is 'Two'-riffic!!!

My big little man is two.  Where did the time go?  Was is spent chasing him around when he started walking at 9 months or was it spent dodging every round thing he could get his hands on? Oh, that's right, it was spent cuddling, playing 'bee ball' (anything sport related), 'pooh-boarding' (skateboarding-mostly watching) and trying to figure out how to get the kid to sleep! He has caused me countless 'clean up on isle first floor' moments, run through my years' supply of paper towels ('I pilld'), shown his inheritance of my obsessive compulsive gene, sent me to the doctors office more times than I care to count (everything from a broken nose to relentless ear infections).  He has more frequent flier miles than most adults I know and has been to and thrown fits in Eight different countries! And best of all- he has given me laugh lines that I will carry with me forever.

Happy 2nd Birthday Berkers, 

We love you and your craziness.  

For fun there are links throughout this post with funny posts about my little man. And I put a couple short clips of this little wacko plus a bonus clip of him laughing-watch till the end..... it is well worth it!

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 You at two!  You love Elmo 'met moe'. You insist on making the dog jump on the tramp-while the monkey is in the pool (in Webkinz). You love being 'as-side' playing or 'winging'. You call anything liquid 'gwag-gua'. You tell me 'No' and 'Never' when I beg for a kiss. You love your little cousins that you can pound on and the big ones that dote on you. You HATE 'dugs!' even if it is only a fly. At nighttime you have to have your 'yight' on and your 'yanket' over your toes-but once you do you tell me to 'GO!' and you are off to 'nigh nigh' land.  You have to 'aalk' when we go to the store and insist on holding my 'han han han' when we are in the parking lot. You know all the neighbor kids names and cry when it is time for them to go home.  You call Curious George and all other monkeys 'Oo oo, ah ah's' and laugh every time George gets in trouble. You love to 'draw draw' but usually NOT on paper-lucky Mommy.  You cry when I take away your books, which reaffirms being that you are indeed my kid and gave us bonus points at the pediatricians office. You sort, stack, and any other way arrange any and all things you are playing with, which gives us great pleasure when we move a pile of yours and you freak till it is fixed! You may look like your Daddy but your brain programming DNA came from your Mommy!