Dear Cole,
The 22 months have flown by… (ok, well it helps that I've blocked out the first 6 months due to sleep deprivation).
You are all about your bike. Bike. Bike. Bike. Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkeeeeee. That's all we hear.
And, when you don't get to ride said bike, you will run screaming down the hallway and fling yourself on whatever you can find. Bed. Couch. Floor. Then you'll look back to see if we're watching. We're not.
Once, during "naked running baby", you bolted to the rug and peed. Officially, this makes you part dog.
You now say "love you". Or, really, it's "wub oo".
Cole, I can't stand how cute you are. But stop peeing on the rug. The last dog that did that ended up outside fulltime.
Wub oo!
Mommy bear
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