Fifteen Months Old
Little boy, you are growing up.
You are babbling words that are coming out as words, for crying out loud. Words like, "boooon!" for "balloon," and "jenk chew," for "thank you."
You just rock, even if you run pregnant Mommy ragged. You are curious and intelligent and joyful and, well, fast. Damn, boy, you're going to be one gorgeous, Nobel Prize-winnning artist/musician/athlete.
You are babbling words that are coming out as words, for crying out loud. Words like, "boooon!" for "balloon," and "jenk chew," for "thank you."
You just rock, even if you run pregnant Mommy ragged. You are curious and intelligent and joyful and, well, fast. Damn, boy, you're going to be one gorgeous, Nobel Prize-winnning artist/musician/athlete.
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