What is going on?

For the past couple of days Robbie's been testing himself and how long he can go without sleep. He gets fussy and starts yawning so I've tried putting him down but he finds things to entertain himself with ie. takes off his pants (WITH BUTTONS, not snaps) Today he didn't go down for his first nap until 3 (yes, THREE) in the afternoon!! What in the world is going on here?! I feel so bad for this little guy, he gets so over tired that it's so hard for him to fall asleep in the evenings. I wonder if it has to do with his teeth/growth spurt?

Now that's he's been up for longer periods of time we've opted to take him out for a change of scenery (and to avoid temper tantrums). The mall is our new best friend! He has such a great time walking around and going into all the different stores and showing everyone his big smile with all of his teeth. It tuckers him out and I get to do some window shopping!

Speaking of teeth... he's figured out how to use them - on me! We've been wrestling a lot lately and he's bitten me twice with these new chompers!! OUCH! As soon as he bit me I started pouting and pretended to cry and he could tell that I was sad, hopefully he'll remember that biting hurts.

We went out and bought Robbie his own chair as well as a shopping cart. He kept on trying to put things into his walker & take it for a spin so we figured he'd be able to put a lot more in a shopping cart. He seems to like it, it's a little bigger than him so he can put things in it but can't get things out of it. We bought him a chair with the thought that we would introduce him to the idea of sitting down on his own level, the next step will be the potty! (I'm already investigating into which one we should get)

Story time:

This morning after I tried to put Robbie down for a nap (where he refused to go to sleep) I was starving so I was making myself some toast, I had let him out of my sight for a couple of minutes while I buttered my toast & then I quickly went looking for him. I went into our bedroom.... nope, not there. Maybe he's in the closet.... nope, not there. I slowly open our bathroom door and there's my little monkey sitting on the floor with hundreds of Q-Tips laying all around him. I wanted to laugh so bad but I wanted him to know that what he did was wrong, so I turned around and let out a giggle and a smile and quickly turned back around to give him a stern "no". He proceeded to walk over to the tub and knocked over my shampoo and conditioner, that obviously wasn't enough because he went over to his shopping cart and grabbed a ball and threw it into the tub! What a rascal!