19 and counting...

Brandon, 19 months ago, you were a tiny little pea in my belly. When you were born, we knew you were special. 19 months later you are still so special to us. We joke that if you were our first born, we'd have 18 kids by now. Not really...but maybe. You continue to be such an easy child and love to be independent.

You love to taunt your brother and purposely take his toys to annoy him. You find this hilarious and nothing stops you, not even a threat of timeout. But you love him so much, watching you copy what he does is really sweet. I love how much you love him.

You are so carefree and loving. You snuggle and say Night Night to light switches. Your favorite word right now is NO and you can say ABC. You are soooo close to saying Nicky - its sounds more like Nik-ni. You got Roxy and Zeusey down. And we know when you want to eat. :o) The amount of words you say increases weekly. You continue to wow us in all the new developments and you are excelling in school.

We still have to watch you because you are a fearless daredevil. You will walk right off the couch and laugh. You love to climb on things and are starting to jump off everything. The problem is you are so accident prone - you bump your head daily. We sometimes wish you still had your helmet. You are so funny and love to smile.You have these cute rows of teeth and you still make your stink face when being silly.

Your blonde hair has sprouted all over your head and this past month you had your first haircut. I don't think you can possibly be any cuter with your chubby belly, grey-blue-green eyes, and your perfect lips. Nothing makes me smile more than watching you grow and develop and become another perfect little man.

I thought I would end with the most recent picture of you and compare it to Nicky at 19 months. My two little angels. I love you to pieces...and to the moon and back. Happy 19 months Brandon!