You are 15 months old.
You decided to start walking a few weeks ago, and now you cruise the length of the house like you’ve always done it. You’re slowly giving up your adorable crabby-gorilla crawl which makes us a bit sad — but also happy we captured it for posterity.
You have been through your first ear infection, and your first experience with antibiotics. This was not a happy time, but you remained sweet through all of it.
You throw yourself down flat on your belly or back when we come to pick you up after a nap. You laugh your fool head off when you do this.
You love to gnaw on hunks of apple, though Cheerios are still your favorite food.
You cannot resist the impulse to take things out of the recycling bin.
You prefer the Spanish setting on your musical table. This is why Mama knows the ABC song en Español. Sometimes she sings it to you, and you look at her like, “How do you know that?”
You recently spent a significant amount of time putting a toy into an empty baby biscuit box and taking it out and putting it back in and taking it out… (See photo above) You were very happy while you did this unless the toy got stuck, in which case you made unhappy noises and asked Mama for help.
You have a pair of shoes that you like to have Mama put on and take off over and over. We hope you’ll be okay with leaving them on when you start to walk outside.
You have had three haircuts. For the latest one, Mama let you watch the “Mnah Mnah” video while Grammie did the snipping. You were slack-jawed the first few times, and then you got really excited about it.
You form kisses with great concentration, making a puckery fish mouth first and then popping it open with a loud smack.
You have used the sign for “please” a few times.
You use the sign for “more” to say “help” and “want.” And “more.”
You have begun to make like a wet noodle when you don’t want to be picked up.
You want to touch all the trees, bushes and flowers we pass on our walks. You even want to touch the pine tree in our yard even though you know it’s pokey and you make an “ick” face when it pricks your fingers.
You like to help Mama put your bath toys away.
You enjoy brushing your teeth so much that Mama has to remind you to wait your turn because she needs to go first.
Your current nicknames are Baboo, Boots, Boo, Chickoo, and Little Mister.
You have discovered the joy that is “The Itsy Bitsy Spider.”
You understand that you can put things in pockets.
You can work a zipper.
You laugh uproariously at the “comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush” page in “Goodnight Moon,” but only when Daddy reads it to you.
You are 15 months old and we’re pretty sure you’ll start running someday soon.
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