You are the cutest, and almost, sweetest 15 month old I know. You have your moments of temper and hitting. Then you break down into massive tears. It's still cute. You have about 25 different smiles. You still are (thank goodness) a good sleeper. Pretty sure that by this time your brother had still not slept through the night. You love to be held. You are everywhere and in everything (like the toilet.) You are observing everything. Then imitate. You can THROW. You love balls. If you see a ball you are constantly saying "ba-ba-ba- baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." You need all the balls. I love when you do something that you aren't supposed to and get REAL proud of yourself. Love that face. You still have an awesome gap tooth smile that I can't get enough of. You say lots of things. Mostly. Not as much as your brother, but really? That one is a talker.
Mostly, Meyer boo. We can't get enough of you. It's love true love. (and you are now 16 months old. oops.)