Caleb is still two, I don't know how else to describe him. He's very stubborn and has an iron will. Of course, being two, he gets upset about everything. Every ten minutes I hear him crying out somewhere in the house. It gets frustrating because it sure makes it hard to get Travis down for naps and to stay asleep, with Caleb always screaming. He's still not talking very well, although I can understand him better every day. Words like, help, sandwich, juice, milk, are all words I can understand, but he really doesn't say them very well.
His favorite thing to do? Get on Westley's nerves. Push Westley's buttons. As much as possible. And he's very good at it. Yet at the same time, they are best friends. On Westley's birthday, Westley didn't come home until late, so I had to put Caleb to bed by himself. He kept pointing at Westley's bed and saying, "Westley" over and over. I had to try and explain to a two-year-old why his brother wasn't there but that he would be back later, after Caleb was asleep. He was sad that Westley wasn't there.