Saturday, March 12, 2005

27 months old

My dear little boy:

Today you are 27 months old. You are no longer a helpless infant. You can run and laugh and talk. You kiss the cat and tease the dog and can jump with both feet off the ground. You have grown so much, my little one. You have so far to go. I can hardly wait to see you come of age.

In this past month you have added to your vocabulary. You can put two words together and make a sentence. You have discovered 'dog poop' and 'more': 'more milk', 'more cracker', 'more cheese.'

You have discovered birds and airplanes and the moon. We have to go outside a dozen times a day so you can look at the 'moo'. Every time you hear an airplane you have to go and point at it. Sometimes you even wave and say 'bye-bye' to the plane as it flies overhead.

You have grown so much. You can now even reach the light switches that you so love to switch on and off. You are so tall! You are taller than boys a year older than you are.

Happy 27-months old, my sweet little boy.

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