(It's officially weird to refer to your age in months, babes.)
I think I literally said, "I love this age!" at least once everyday this month. And Daddy probably said, "You're a goof!" just as frequently. It could not be more true, though. You learn a new word or dance move everyday; you are very polite (please, thank you, and bless you); you have a new obsession: Annie (as in, Orphan Annie and Daddy Warbucks. All thanks to Grammy, by the way); you tickle our feet, brush our hair, and mimic me when I shave my legs; you throw some pretty brutal tantrums; you have a strong distaste for all things denim. My current favorite Lucy-isms are "Mo mo gookies" (more cookies) and "Dan-ta" (Santa). Daddy's favorite is hands down "Ny-Ny Car Car" (Night night, Parker) and "Um-pin" (armpit).
You are more beautiful than there are words to describe, and we love you beyond measure.
|Professional tree decorator...|
|"Is this comfortable for you, Car Car?"|
|Watching Annie, of course.|
|Yelling "Baby!" and bursting into the nursery when Parker wakes.|
|Grammy (i.e.: your all-time favorite person in the world)|
|Those boots! I die.|
|Lighting ceremony on the avenue-- our oldest tradition.|
|Dirty feet. Dirty, dirty, diiiiiiiirty.|
|"Hi Belly." and "Bye Belly"|
|Daddy has been the one working with you on potty training. You two have the cutest potty conversations.|
|"Ny-ny Car Car"|
|Re-purposing the Bumbo.|
|Christmas chain! Another Russo tradition.|