14 months

So now you are a big boy. Still not so sure on your feet but definitely showing signs of independence. Pushing my hand away when I reach out to help you. Being VERY clear about the fact that you do NOT want to eat this or that. You don't have a vocabulary but you are talking all the time. My favorite is when I wake you up to get ready for daycare. You sit up in your crib and just start babbling a blue streak. I imagine that you are telling me about your dreams. You cry out in your sleep sometimes and I worry that you are having nightmares. I hope that is not the case. I love you smell the back of your neck still soft like a tiny baby. I look into your eyes, just like mine, and wonder what you think of me. You drive me absolutely berserk with your demands and screaming. No, you cannot come into the kitchen when I am cooking. No, you cannot rifle around in the nightstand drawers. I fear I say no too often but that is what pops out. I would rather you are able to roam (sorta) your own home that be limited to one area. I look forward to drier weather when we can spend afternoons in the backyard. I am so proud of you. Not really for what you do but the fact the we made you. I am proud of what I made. This is selfish but I don't care. I will blink and you will be even bigger. I love you Henry.