You love Matchbox cars. all kinds. It’s amazing how much happiness .97 cents can get you. (I’m hoping this will help with potty training, because I am not very big on the idea of rewarding with M&Ms like I’ve heard many do, and I don’t think you’d care much about stickers at this age.. but a matchbox car? Could make this a much happier process)
You look so sweet in a pair of high top sneakers.
Whenever we pass them in the grocery aisle you point to bananas and repeat “nana” continuously until I give in, and let you have one.
You are getting really good at using your spoon – atleast the putting it into your mouth part, you could use some work with getting stuff (that isn’t thicker) to go on the spoon and not fall off on the way to your mouth. you’re pretty decent with a fork too. especially if you’re eating a ravioli dish, you’ve got those down.
If I exclaim “ow!” when I get hurt (no matter how it happens lol) you wrap your little arms around me and pat my back
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