You love your brother and take every opportunity to hug, kiss, and wrestle with him.
When you "dance" to music, you nod your head back and forth like some kind of baby rocker.
You can stand unassisted for brief periods and you have taken a couple of steps.
You still do not sleep through the night; you wake at least once, sometimes twice.
You have four teeth and are working two more.
You say "Mama," "dog," "yea," and "Dada."
You mimic your brother's squeals, yells, and other assorted noises (Oscar, in stereo-o-o-o.)
You hate it when I leave a room, and you lurch for me as soon as I return.
You smile almost constantly.
You laugh, even when you're whining.
You make this funny face, where you scrunch up your eyes and bare your teeth.
You love it to be tickled.
Your favorite foods: tofu, peas, Cheerios, bread, rice, couscous, Boca burgers, pasta, prunes, and meatballs.
You love to nest blocks and cups, and put things inside containers so you can take them out again.
You love playing with your baby piano and improvising drums on toy bins.
You crawl with your left leg pushing you along like an oar (as did your brother.)
You love kisses.
You are tough, and can really take a fall and assorted pushes, slaps, and kicks from your brother.
You put everything and anything into your mouth.
You are freakishly strong.
You are very silly.
You are snugly.
I love you immeasurably.