Hey You

You are fifteen months old. I can't believe that my sweet little baby is now my sweet little boy. You can walk anywhere, climb stairs and go down the slide. You can hit the baseball off the tee with a bat and you use the vaccum cleaner attachement like it is your sword. You eat like a professional but you are so busy that the only way you are growing lately is up.

You can say momma, dada, up, down, dog, and ball. You know the signs for more, please, thank you and milk. You can woo-woo like the fire engine and babble away at your books like you are reading the greatest novel. You love to wave at everything- people in line at the store, the neighbors and any car that drives down our street. You are brave and will venture off to explore new things. You have tasted sand, dirt, and dog food. You like to smell the flowers and will blow your nose when I wipe it.

You can give kisses with your mouth closed and the best hugs in the world. You make us laugh when you imitate the things we do. Your hair is long and you sometimes get mistaken for a girl which drives your dad crazy. I don't like it either but I can't bare to part with those sweet curls yet. You love Melinda although we have to work on being gentle. You amaze us everyday and we love you more then we could have ever dreamed.