Letter to my 17 month old

Dear Jackson,

Today you are 17 months old. I can’t believe you are practically a year and a half old! It feels like just yesterday you were curled up on my chest like a kitten on the couch. The past few months have been a blast. We’ve been to Florida to visit your Grandma and Grandpa Z and even squeezed in a trip to Disney World. It was on this vacation that your vocabulary exploded. Everything you pointed at had a name. Mickey! Bubbles! Balloon! It’s really neat for your Dad and I to see you growing into a little boy.

We’ve been a little concerned about you because you don’t like to eat. I don’t know where you got that from, because both your Dad and I enjoy our food. You don’t even like cookies and ice cream! If I ever found a food you love I would give it to you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

You love to climb, run and jump. You also walk exactly like your father, with your left arm swinging the same way as his. You love to talk on “your” iPhone (Mom or Dad’s) the same way as him too, pacing around the room with the phone on your right ear and left hand moving as you speak.

Our dog Rex is your best friend at home, although sometimes you pick on him a little too much for his liking. It isn’t nice to hit your friends with shoes and blocks. You still love going to Rock a Baby and Book Babies with Tysen and Ella, but we swim every week by ourselves down in Warwick. You’ve really excelled at swimming and now hold your breath and can easily climb in and out of the pool. I can’t wait for summer days by the pool!

Despite your small appetite, your love of life is huge and it is a blast spending our days with you. In only six months, you’re going to have a little brother or sister to share them with and I know you will be an excellent big brother. Thanks for being you, J-Man!

 

All my love,

Mama

 

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