My little caboose

Originally written: June 2013
At eighteen months...you're such a happy, busy little guy. Content, curious and definitely inspired by your two older siblings when you climb up on the big chairs and position yourself, beaming with pride. Prideful you are, when you attempt to ride your sister's scooter or your brother's bike. You voice your opinion when something isn't fair, and it usually isn't when one of those inspirations take something from you. Yet you tag along, little caboose, whether it sprinting with Alex and Anderson through the house after the dog or making sand pies in the sandbox. You've taken to "zooming" the cars around the floor, dancing when music comes on and drawing with crayons - until of course you use them as teethers. For the longest time your gummy grin, was freckled with just two teeth. Now, your mouth has a party of teeth cutting through--this too shall pass. You definitely play the baby card, when you fling yourself at me or try to push your siblings out of my lap when we read books. We are working on sharing mummy. : ) I love to hear your chattering. You latch on to the last word spoken in a sentence and repeat it-using your hands as you speak of these very important matters. We all love you completely, baby Seb. xo