Dear Arlo.
You are my little light.
My wonder-boy, my miracle.
You keep me (and everyone else) on my (their) toes.
You love to laugh, you love to play, and you love to be doing what everyone else is doing.
You are curious; never afraid of anything, except if Mommy isn’t there to catch you.
You are strong; little falls and bumps (or coffee burns) don’t bother you.
You hold your own; I think it drives your brother nuts that you can almost do everything that he can.
You are a charmer; you flash a silly little grin and I (along with every other person) get weak in the knees.
You love to eat and are a 23lb porker. Your favourite foods are cheerios, pumpkin muffins, and basically anything that Teag throws on the floor.
You are a Mommy’s boy, yet when Daddy walks through the door it clearly is the best part of your day.
I am so proud of you.
I proud of everything you have over come, everything that you are determined to do (and will do), and everything you do just to scare me.
HELLO WALKING AT 10.5 MONTHS!
Thank you for the giggles, smiles, tears, and being the most content baby/toddler ever.
I am so proud to be your mommy.
