This little boy is 15 months old. He is a handful and a half, of course. He climbs, loves to bounce on the bed or the couch and loves to pretend to jump (ump! he announces). He nurses, when he wants, usually only twice a day now. His hair is a smidge too long in the back. His eyes are still the most crystal clear blue. His molars are as stubborn as he seems to be...they seem content sitting just below the surface of swollen gums. He loves giving hugs and kisses to everyone. He has so many words and is stringing together two words of "Hi ____" and "Bye ____". He calls every other little boy 'brother', but still loves his own the best. His favorite game is dumping out boxes of toys and then swooshing his hand through the mess. His second favorite game is cleaning it all back up. He is finally putting some weight on those bones, jumping up to the 40th percentile for weight and sticking around the 50th for height.
He is perfect.
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