Time is moving quickly, and it's hard to keep up. You're moving out of the baby stage and making your way into the toddler stage. You are running now, and it's a cute one because you swing your arm like you just don't care.
So, the other day you gave me a high five. I was all "Omigod!! RJ! He just gave me a high five!!" RJ was all "Yup." (like, hey, lady, he's been doing that for a long time). Then, the other day you waved a proper hello. I was all "Omigod! RJ! He just waved hello!!". RJ was all "Yup. Errr, I mean, errrrrr, OH YEAH, COOL" (trying to recover from the hey-lady-he's-been-doing-that-for-a-long-time thing).
Your sleeping is finally acceptable. You sleep from 6.30 at night until 6.30 in the morning. You have at least a two hour nap each day. OK. That took long enough. Yup, just in time to flip you out and switch it up on our trip to Hawaii. At least this time I'm taking sleeping pills with me. FOR BOTH OF US. You hate the ocean. When your toes touch the surf you scream as though you've been dipped in acid. Then you get the shakes. OH THE DRAMA.
You have a happy dance. It kind of resembles the "running man". You're so retro, boy.
Love you more than all the drool and snot in the world,
Mommy
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