Robinson. Month One of Two.

Miel has discovered many new things since turning that oh so magical of ages, two.
First, he learned how to cry, scream and hang on with surprising manual force to my t-shirt every Monday, Wednesday and Friday as I dropped him off for school.
After a week or two of mastering that, he learned how to run into the school at top speed without even giving me a kiss. Go figure.
Miel has learned the manly arts recently. Toolsets. Hammers. Screws. Matchbox cars. Building with Legos. He is a boy, thats for sure. Don't mean that in a condescending or determinate way, just he likes to build, race and crash.
Miel has also learned to wail. Pout. Scream. Redden his face. Flail on the floor. Throw things in disgust. Refuse to eat. Refuse to sleep. Refuse to refuse.
He likes to jump, throw balls, run, push his stroller into just about anything, knock items off tables, fall, scrape his knees, accumulate mosquito bites, push other kids over, ride down the slide (ad nauseum) and laugh at his own jokes (still told in a gibberish unintelligible.)

He is a two year old through and through.

And he loves to have his back scratched.