As your year cranks towards 2 1/2, you are changing so much. Your words, the things you say. I still think of you as a baby sometimes. Occasionally I'll call Wolf by your name, as mamas of many are want to do. Your babyhood is sliding away quickly. Your boyhood eroding the baby away like the sea to the beach. I try not to let nostalgia bring me down, but every so often I'll let it in a little. Feel the loss of these little years while
"Choo Choo Rawr" - Dinosaur Train
"Mama, I wan go see rawrs" - I want to go to the zoo (or take a walk in the woods)
"mmmwah baby" "mmmwah mama" - Kiss baby. Kiss mama
"Bop" - lollipop
"dink" - drink or anything fluid
"ooh ooh ah ah" - monkeys and apes
Today you completely flipped over your sister, feet over head, on asphalt. And you got up without a peep (while I ran to you freaking out inside). You are epic, Stelly. Epic.