Wish I had a fresh new pic for the occasion, but it's like dark as a tunnel here, so this one's a week old and hopefully the sun will come out so my camera can play tomorrow?
You weigh 21 pounds, 8 ounces.
You are heavy. Most of that weight is in your head, which I am reminded of regularly as you headbutt me with your bounces of joy.
You adore Cheerios.
You are trying to clap yay!
You start your day snuggling + nursing in Mama's bed and this is one of the few times of day where it is just you + me.
You are a professional army crawler.
You say mama and dada and mah for 'more.' But of course you say all those things when and if you darn well please.
You are obsessed with Daddy's cell phone.
You would catapult yourself down the stairs to get to that vacuum if we'd let you.
And once it's on, you will cry cry cry when it's time to turn it off. You love the vacuum.
You are content and mellow and along for the ride.
You are fun and joyful and I love you, Fish.