My son went and turned 18 months without asking me and it got me right in the feels. I'm trying my hardest to remember the feeling of his breath on my neck, or how it feels to have him sleep in my arms as his legs dangle over the edge of my lap. Aside from delayed talking, The Kid is normal in length, weight and noggin size. I'll take it.
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A photo of (L-R) my Momma, my Grandma, myself and The Kid. 4 generations. I didn't know how badly I wanted this picture until I saw my Grandma and bawled. It had been a few years.
Vital Statistics:
Weight: 25.2 lbs.
Length: 32"
Likes: His books, his cats, playing with Grandpa's tools, cooking with Grandma and rough housing with Dad, sleeping next to Mom, balloons, baths, the Houston Rockets, the outdoors, people who join the National Registry, and his family
Dislikes: Getting changed, getting his toenails clipped, mean people
Happy 18 months, Baby. Momma and Dad love you so much. Thank you for keeping us sane.
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