14 months and change

Arlo at 14 months and 2 days.

You walk. You've even mastered running, but it's really more of a trot.

You're still tall, you're still heavy. If someone had told me a year ago you'd be in the 85% for weight I would have laughed in their face. But my little boy, you are heavy.

You're independent, you want to do it yourself. You want to do it all.

8 whole teeth in that little mouth of yours.

You love shoes, especially your brown H&M 'chucks'. You play with the velcro over and over in the carseat and mimic the noise it makes after every riiiiiiiiiip!

You have words. Mama, Dada, cookie, cracker, Tycho, doggie, more, puppy, kitty, all done and my least favorite, "NOH!"

You eat, voraciously. You can put down 1/4 pound of pasta and eat cherry tomatos like they're going out of style. You sign more over and over again in your chair and when the door opens to your room each morning you enthusiastically sign eat! eat!

You flirt. You love smaller babies. You love your dog, patting him in the couch until he says enough and attacks you with kisses. You're sweet, and you only really snuggle for a few minutes before bed. When I fill your bottle with water for a nap, you enthusiastically run to your crib and point to the animal print on the wall so we can say goodnight to the animals.

You're a toddler, tantrums at all. You're slowing it all down, showing me the world from 33 inches tall.

You are my greatest adventure.