16 Months!

Holy cow, where is the time going?

You are 16 months, and we are beginning to understand each other more than I thought possible. Just the other day, I asked you to pick up your cup and set it on the table. You did.

You get your shoes when we ask. You go to the door when we say the word "outside." Which may or may not be relative to the fact that we are going outside, or if I just ask your dad, "Did you take that outside?" Big mistake. We're going to have to become those parents that spell everything.

In turn, you tell us when you want to go "owsigh." You grab your shoes and hand them to us, letting us know that, indeed, it is time to go outside. Even tonight when it was 95 degrees outside (on September 9, really?). You grab things and say, "Hee-uh-go" (here you go), and the other night when you were extremely mad with your mother for not getting your way, you said, "Wan dad." Yeah, I know you wanted your dad, but your dad was busy and I was all there was left.

You are adorable at dinner, when you laugh and laugh and laugh at absolutely nothing. You try to burp, you use your fork, you love eating with us.

You can run run run and never lose steam. I lose steam after the first block, but you walked all the way to the park, which is about a quarter mile. Holy smokes! Your little legs can book it!

You are talking so much, and it's so fun to hear you try and form sentences and tell us things. You are getting so big, so much so it's hard to pick you up!

You give me a run for my money as a mom, and just when I am starting to feel like I simply cannot do anything right, you come and give me a hug, or share a cracker with me, or want to cuddle.

I love you little man. More than you know!