17 months!

Lately I hear a lot of "Mama, Arrrrrrrreeeee you???"  Meaning "Mama, where are you."  It's hilarious.  And adorable.  And I encourage it.  Even when I'm right in front of you.  This may be confusing.  Whatever.  I take cute over smart any day.  I kid.  I kid.  (please stay cute.)  He also likes to put a ball under something and look at me and say, "Where go?"  and hold your hands out.  I love it.  a lot.  You also love Santa--when we see him through our window or on tv.  You constantly ask to watch "baby" on my phone.  Which is you.  You love you.  You think you're hilarious.

You're a pretty good eater.  though you refused cookies tonight.  And weren't a fan of chic fil a.  I need to start feeding you crap more often so you can be like me.  You are sweet.  You love mama right now.  Love to give me zerberts on my tummy.  You also "sing" along to the Olivia song.  (YESSSSSSSSSSSs you have my singing voice. Which is not good.)  You have the memory of your Aunt.  You remember everything.  When we drive up to places you remember what we do there... which today meant milk from starbucks in target.  I avoided and succeeded.  I win I win!

You've started testing your limits.  Which I think is funny and exhausting.  When I tell you something is hot you blow on it like I blow on your food.  You're a character for sure.  You make us laugh daily and I have a hard time believing I could love another baby the amount I love you (this is not an announcement.)

I love you from your head to your toes and everything in between.  Especially that belly.