18 Months

Dear Jakey

So much have you has changed in the last 6 months.  You have such a strong personality that makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes, but then you offer up some ultra sweetness and sit on my lap with a book bigger than you and say “Elmo” and just melt my heart. 

You have mastered the tantrum phase of your life.  And they are good ones.  Like walking clear across the room to find a good place to put your face in to cry (most of the time accidentally hitting your head in the process) and now, you just throw yourself on the floor when we move you away from things (most of the time accidentally hitting your head on the floor in the process.)  You hit your head a lot.  But you rally.  And I don’t think there is any permanent damage done. 

You have a Like-Hate relationship with Jared.  You two can wrestle, WWE style, sit with each other in Daddy’s chair with your milk, and play together in his room, but just some days, you just know what to do to make each other yell.  Yell LOUDLY.  You scream NO at each other alot.  He makes you cry.  You make him cry.  You both make me cry.  But you are brothers for life and can’t stand it if you are separated. 

You are starting to enjoy TV.  We watch a lot of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Special Agent Oso.  Not as much Elmo anymore, but you can sure say it!  You can also say “Oso.”  At the end of Mickey Mouse, during the Hot Dog Dance, you drop anything you are doing, run to the TV and start dancing to the song.  It’s just the best.  You can now sit and drink your milk and enjoy and episode and give your mommy and daddy a nice break!

You LOVE to climb.  I was changing Jared one day, and came out to the kitchen and you were sitting on the kitchen table eating my toast.  I have to push my chair in all the way now, or you are on the table in 20 seconds. 

You have 7 teeth.  The two front ones have the biggest space in between them.  It’s pretty cute.  Until you are older.  Then we need to do something about that.

You can say Momma, Dadda, Hi Dadda, Papa, Oso, Elmo, Oh NO!, yeah! (complete with a clap), dog dog, mo mo (milk) and cookie.  You are talking more and more every day and in such a sweet little voice. 

We love you!  You are the perfect fit in our family.

If we had the choice of who to pick out from Heaven, it would have been you.

Mama gives you 8 million kisses.