Owen: Twelve and Eighteen Months
Where to even begin?!
Your verbal skills cease to amaze us -- you find such joy testing out new words (rhinoceros) and utilizing old favorites (mama, papa, NO). Your clothing usually resembles a Rorschach of the days meals, and I find it oddly comforting to try and figure out what you ate at school (in lieu of actually reading the menu). Adores Miles and Rubin. Of late, Rubin has lowered her guard and allows you to Elvira hug her which surely terrifies the poor gal but, she's a great sport. Miles is always one step behind you because, dropped food. Sings the ABC's and can count to ten. Has no interest in my Pinterest hack of magnetic letters and a cookie sheet, unless you count throwing them across the room. Can traverse up the stairs and semi assisted down. The inane ability of kissing you when he wants something on the brink of naughty in an attempt to throw you off. Dancing and bubbles are continued favorites, along with insisting upon reading books ad nauseum -- here's looking at you Rubbadubbers, This Is Not My Hat, Roar and The Night Parade. Insists upon brushing his teeth with an electric toothbrush like mama and papa.
Biggest Milestone: Walking! Running!
Hardest Challenge: Climbing on, EVERYTHING. Putting his face(!) and hands in the dog bowls. Deciphering toddler gibberish before a tantrum ensues.
Most Memorable Moment: First family vacation to England and Iceland. "Blowing his nose". Giving mama a black eye...
Food: Vacillates between voracious eater and only consuming yogurt or corn, for a meal.
Sleep: naps once a day for 2-2.5 hours
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