Dear son, today you have been on this Earth for 505 days. What in the world are you up to these days?
Well, about 32 inches and 27 pounds. BIG boy:-)
You LOVE pretzel rods and getting your picture taken. . . and tearing through your toy box like a tornado:
To see you from the front, you look pretty bald. Our little Charlie Brown. But then you turn around and display the most precious wispy curls. Might you be doomed with your mother's genes for hair? Guess we'll have to wait and see.
You're a clown. We have Daddy to thank for that. And while your lips may be sealed tight here, that is certainly an unusual thing. You're usually going a mile a minute with the 27 real words you know in addition to whatever that foreign babble is that you use. Though you're hiding them here, you've got 12 chompers in that mouth! 6 molars, 4 front top, and 2 front bottom. We don't stick our fingers in your mouth anymore;-)
Would it be too much to ask that you not poke your finger into my camera lens? I am really tired of cleaning it! At least you are cute when you're being inquisitive.
We just want you to know that these last 505 days have been some of the most fun days of our lives. Thank you for the joy and light that you have added to those days!