17 months

and monkey, monkey, monkey face. How quickly you are growing up now.

There is no baby here. Just the little monkey who carried his step stool from the kitchen, scaled the couch and stood up on the back to grab a bunch of "nanas" off of the bar.

You brought me my phone today, and very clearly stated (3 times) "Call. Papa." He was tickled pink to be the subject of your first sentence.

But still so sweet... sweet as the "cookas" that you ask for all day. Sweet as the kisses you smother me with each morning. And you still smell like a little baby when I bury my nose in that mess of golden curls. You still let me snuggle you, and you tuck your head under my chin and pat pat pat pat with that chubby little hand.

You are starting to love us as we all love you, and that is wonderful to watch...