'he's really coming along'... seems to be my favorite thing to say about him right now. he's happy. he's funny. he has a fluffy little head of hair that i refuse to let ryan cut.
he's walking. he makes monkey noises. he can sign milk, dog, and bye bye.
he eats blueberries, cheese, and fruit snacks. fruits snacks by the pound if i let him.
he steals toys and hugs and little smiles.
he's loud. he loves cars and trucks and trains. if you can't find him, he's on the floor pushing something along.
if you hear sweet little giggles, he's found his dream blanket and is nuzzled deep inside its wrinkles. just like he's nuzzled deep inside my heart.