
First of all, I'm growing! The pencil marks on the wall in the living room prove it. I stand up as straight and tall as I can when Daddy makes the mark. I'm almost 17 months old now and Mommy says I'm getting to be a Big Boy, although I'm still Her Baby.


I really like to sit in this wagon, which is designed for lego blocks and not for kids, but I happen to fit. It's even more fun if someone pulls me around. I like to trail my fingers against the back wheels and feel them turn.

Here I am practicing my aircraft mechanic skills. My plane was carrying a heavy load of two sisters that day. First I start the propeller spinning, then I adjust the tail rudder. Cleared for take-off!


Hey, look, for the first time I'm taller than Dad! So this is what it would feel like to be six-foot-five (he's six-two). I like to climb ladders. I don't even look down, so I can't be scared of heights.

Yummy dishwashing glove! Actually, I think I was pretending it was a puppet. I like the puppets at the library, especially the sheep that looks like a mop. I have perfected a fairly realistic "baaa."

And Mom went and got us matching SmartWool socks, ain't that too cute?
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