Jasper. Today…you are 17 months old. It’s the last month we’ll say “He’s X months old.” This time next month you will be a year and a half old. From now on your age will be defined by years and halves (until you learn fractions and figure out where the 3/4 mark is).
He’s 2. He’s 2 and a half. He’s almost 3.
18 months, almost.
Last night when your Uncle Paul set up the green picnic table (which has been the kids’ table since I was a kid), I picked you up and put you in your spot for the first time. You were delighted. You sat through the entire meal with Meme’s Finding Nemo spoon, eating nuggets and hashrounds. Drinking from your sippy, watching the big kids.
You figured out how to get up and down by yourself in pretty quick time. After dinner, you climbed up all by yourself and had some more to drink. Swinging your feet and waiting for cheesecake.
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this one day but you’re fascinating to me. Every thing you do is amazing because you’re the one doing it.
Can’t believe you’re mine…