To the most trouble-making, mischief-seeking,
fastest-crawling baby in the world--
I love you.
Your obsession with broccoli cheddar soup.
The way you fake laugh whenever we start laughing.
The way you crawl around the entire room
knocking down the block towers I build
one-by-one.
How you are FINALLY starting
to rest your head on my chest.
Your single dimple.
True, we need to hold your ankles constantly while
you're in our bed because you're obsessed with trying to dive
off the edge.
True, you scream and cry and act like you can't get down
when you stand up in your crib.
And it's true that you say "da-da" ALL DAY LONG
and have yet to utter a single "ma."
But you are the cutest little bundle of ten-month perfection
there has ever been.
