My little guy is 15 months old today. Here he is eating his first peanut butter and jelly sandwich - he didn't like it and I had to resort to strawberries and avocado. At 15 months, he'll do anything to be outside, has just learned to jump (feet yet to leave the ground), still doesn't really sleep through the night, got his first egg on his forehead (last night!), first skinned knee last week(didn't even cry), and received an official polywog (sp?) ribbon at his swim class graduation last week. Other updates? He really loves music -- and definitely has his "favorites" (Lady Ga Ga is on repeat in my car - thanks Auntie Kathy for that one!). He loves cats and dogs. I catch him waving to people in adjacent cars at stop lights. His new favorite book is "the bed time book" (shoot, or is it the "goodnight book"?) by Lisa Boynton and he carries it over to me every night.
Even after 15 months, I still catch myself wondering if this adorable, funny, smart, and passionate (ok, stubborn/determined) little guy is really mine. So, so lucky. :
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