My biggest helper. You run, eager to help, every time I take out the trash. You have a new bag ready before I can get the bag of trash out of the can. You help me pull the can to the road. You help pick up toys and of course you love wiping the windows and dusting because it involves a spray and you are fascinated.
You are talking. Like REEEEALLY TALKING. Sentences I tell you... "I'm gonna do it, I wanna do it, Where's daddy, Where'd it go"
You are better at bedtime.. You are still a challenge there. What can I say...I am sort a looking forward to dad taking over that one for awhile when he gets home.
We (all of us) can't get enough of your cuteness. Well, cause your the baby ;) You are becoming a little man. Now if we can just teach you time-outs are not for fun and hurting people to say sorry and go there, is not how it works.
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