After 18 months of being a stubborn little dude, you're finally walking.
I get it, I do. You get everywhere so fast crawling... why switch that up?
You know how to do it, you're good at it, and it's adorable. So just WALK! :)
While I want you to walk like the big boy you are, I'm also torn. You're the last of our babies, and you're not so baby anymore. You're the last guy that me and dad will coach on techniques for standing up, and how to fall when you miss your footing. My baby isn't a baby anymore. But... even if you're keeping up with Damen and Ry, (who by the way told me you two are best friends today) you will always be a baby to me. My baby.
On another note: molars. Six of them. Coming in at once. I don't blame you one bit for being a crank master.
Also, I sneezed today and it of nowhere you told me "bless you".
I love you forever,
Mommy.
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