You have eaten cheerios, banana, bits of toast and even some smoked salmon. You tried to feed the fish to Daddy though.
You pull up to standing and can creep along a wall very well.
You have answered questions by pointing or saying, " ‘es," of course, you are more interested in making your agenda known, by body language and pointing, than in cooperating with mine.
You adore your brothers. You ask for Dada in the middle of the day when he is at work. You loath clothing and diaper changes (Your comment to B was, "Momma blah blah blah…" pointing at the clothes drawers.)
You love the hinges of books. You are beginning to put things into things and take things out of things. I am almost to the stage of having to shake out my shoes before putting them on least I jam my toes on your brother’s Lego. You adore anything that might be a choking hazard, so Daddy has put M’s mags up in the closet.
If you lay your head on my shoulder I know you are tired, because you aren’t a cuddler. You show your love for us by patting faces and smiling.
You thought your little cousin was so cute, since you are a baby yourself, that is kind of funny.
You are such a delightful blessing in my life (even when you and I don’t sleep much)
You have grown out of your size 12 months clothes, but not fully into your 18 month hand me downs – Hooray! Momma gets to shop the pink side of the store!