17 Months

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Oh, ‘lil Man.

Today you turned 17 months old. Next thing we know, you are going to be 17 about to fly our ‘lil nest. You think you are there already.

Last night after a nap, you yelled at me, “GO!” when I came to wake you for dinner.

Speaking of dinner, you are an eating machine. Your favorites are lunch meats. I think you can eat a quarter pound of turkey in one sitting if we’d let you. You know how to open up not only the box but the inside bag of crackers and you’ll plop down on the kitchen floor and make happy crumbs if we don’t do it for you.

You are not afraid of much, but yet have a few limits. You do NOT like when Daddy leaves, you are definitely his bud. You are not ready to go down the slide, for some reason the three steps to the top scare you more than our steep steps to our bedrooms.

Mama is sorry if she gave you some OCD. You like to be clean, and love to get a refreshing wash after meals. You also like to help clean off the table after dinner. The weird thing, kid, is that you HATE having your diaper changed.

Speaking of diapers, you are venturing toward the potty. (Already? Can you just hit pause, baby boy?) You haven’t made anything on it yet, but you sure love sitting on it when anyone else is in there, and even do it at Grammie and Pappy’s.

You are going to be a sports kid, that’s for sure. Pappy’s given you golf clubs and a baseball set, and you know how to use them. One of your favorite things to do is throw ball with Pappy.

At our friend’s wedding, you were a dancing machine and a flirt, chasing older girls (you get that from Daddy). Unlike your Sissy, you refused to sleep, wanting the party to never end. Way to rock a tie and vest, Aunt Rin is very proud.

Soon, you’ll be splish-splashing in the pool and playing in the sandbox on a daily basis, not wanting to sleep because the days will be so long. I’ll cherish that, because you are just simply growing too fast. I look at pictures of you when you were born, and I cannot believe that ‘lil baby turned into my ‘lil Man with curly hair and captivating blue eyes. Keep us on our toes, baby boy.

Happy 17 months, ‘lil Man! Mama, Daddy, and Sis love you lots!

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