Month 17

Dear Jordan,

While out on a walk, we spotted a great playground, and while you were running across it, I realized that you'd become a big BOY! You run, you climb, you slide!

I particularly love watching you with your dad, not only because you have such a good time together, but because next to him you look so tiny.

Because my math skills are terrible, when you measured 32 1/2 inches, I thought, well, I'm 73 1/2 inches, so he's still less than half my height. Except that it turns out I gave myself an extra foot of height. You're catching up on me fast, my little friend.
You're in constant motion. When I come home at night you're usually waiting at the door or window with Nana, waving a book. "Mama! Booth!"

You have strong opinions about which book you want to read, which car you want to play with, and actually, now that I think about it, pretty much everything. And when you DON'T want to do something, you really don't want to. The thing you haven't yet fully grasped, though, is that Mama always wins.

You've added so many new words, and you love pointing and being told what something is. You take the words and fully embrace them, making them your own. Thus walnuts become NAnuss!

I suppose I've said, "What is it?" about a million times, because you now love to say, "Ahziziziz?"

I never realized babies slept with their little butts up in the air, but you do, and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen.
In fact, every single day I think you're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Seriously. Every. Single. Day.

And then you get even cuter.

I love you, my big boy.

Love,

Mama