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---19 Months---
Dear Son,
My guy, Milo!
I haven’t written many of these letters to you, yet, but I feel compelled to drop one at this time.
You’re now 19 months old! A mere five months away from making us so happy for a full two years! And while you’ve added chaos to this life of ours, I cannot imagine life without you.
As our second child, you’re shockingly a mere image of your brother in appearance, while your personality is the complete opposite (so far).
You’re a prankster. Fearless. Curious. Decisive. And you eat EVERYTHING! And by everything, I mean, absolutely, any and everything!
We have called you our "monster among babies" because, well, you are. And that recent check up of 99% percentile in weight and 95% percentile in height backs that moniker up. You are often mistaken for much older than you really are.
Absolute, monster.
But ultimately, as you walk and learn to talk (you love saying “no” and “all done”), if a toddler can have presence (at the time of this letter, I believe it’s called “aura”), you are it!
Perhaps I say that as your dad, but truthfully, everyone else sees it too. So I’m not entirely biased. You’re a pretty cool kid. A really cool kid.
For every tackle of your big brother. For every jump off the couch (or any risk-associated endeavor). For every quick run to break free from a gate or door. Everyone who knows you shakes their head, instantly, and smiles.
That’s Milo!
Yeah, that’s my guy, Milo.
Love, Dad