18 months

You have another ear infection, which means another course of anti-biotics. You are a good patient my boy. Despite the extra jellybeans, I believe God made you this way - Tough! Capable!
We don't know if there is a connection between your poor ears and your poor speech. Perhaps there is none and you are just taking your time. But I still worry (I'm not only your mother but I am my Father's daughter that way too.)  I want you to know that either one if ok with me. You will always be allowed to take your time and to find out who God created you to become.
I know your ears work because they work well enough for you to truly hear music. I pray long and hard that this will be your drug of choice... No matter what needs healing!

You make a "sssssss" sound for an elephant and when you pretend to play cars. I'm extremely fond of that sound and this face...

and this face

and this face

 

oh, and always these thighs

The charge to chronicle my love for you comes in the most unpredictable places and  times; While I shower,  as I sweat the onions,  when I hang the washing.
In the slow, quiet moments of my everyday motions you are a beacon for my subconscious - you are always my destination, whether I have packed for the ride or not.

     As you grow you change.
               It is necessary.
                                     It is breathtaking.
As you grow you change and those changes sneak up on me as I prune the roses, stack the dishwasher, put you softly to sleep...